6 comments/ 12967 views/ 11 favorites Succubus Rising Ch. 00 By: RedMonkeyButt This is the preface to Succubus Rising. I would greatly appreciate any and all feedback on this bit of writing. It is not meant as a part of the story, but to answer some questions that came up with the original posting of the story. Therefore, it is a gratuitous info-dump or the part of the story at the beginning that people flip through to get to the good stuff. Again, any and all feedback for this bit is truly appreciated. Be brutal but constructive. Preface Approximately 14 billion years ago, the universe came into existence. Approximately 4.5 billion years ago, Earth was formed. About two hundred thousand years ago, the first primates stood on their hind legs and became bipedal. These early humans are now known as Homo erectus, but what wasn't widely known was that a second and very different type of hominid evolved around the same time. Homo demonicus, or demons, evolved right along with humans. No physical differences separated the species, but Homo demonicus evolved mental abilities that were to become magic in the future. Along with demons, the human-like genus of mammals included mermaids, nymphs, and sprites. Mermaids moved to the oceans, evolving strong webbing on their limbs to assist with swimming and gills so they do not have to surface for air. The nymphs stayed small and evolved to be very highly camouflaged in their environments. Sprites were nearly wiped out entirely by the religious outbreaks that began some centuries after evolution. Small bands of them still exist, but they are extremely hard to find. For centuries, the genus coexisted and intermingled to the extent that they were able. This all changed when humans began to follow the beliefs of what became known as the Church. Around two thousand years ago, the Church began to defame the other species with claims that they were evil. Because of their magical powers, the Church spread lies that led many humans to believe the other species would take over and enslave the humans who had no magic. Interbreeding between the species came to a screeching halt around 200AD, when the Church began promoting the outright murder of any humanoid species that wasn't Homo sapiens. The sprites, being the smallest of the evolved humanoids, are now all but extinct. Being as small as they are, the surviving sprites tend to live with demons for protection. The mermaids went deeper into the oceans and took to luring humans into the water to drown them. Nymphs ran for the hills and forests and are very difficult to find unless they want to be found. Any human with demon blood in their ancestry that showed signs of even the weakest magical abilities were tried and killed as witches. Demons were hunted and killed outright the moment they showed any magical inclinations. For centuries, the demons and others hid. What had once been a peaceful relationship was soon wrought with hardship. Lucifer and Satan, two of the most powerful demons of the time, rallied the others together and the species hid. The sprites never did recover their numbers, but they are not extinct. The mermaids slowly stopped their tricks, and the nymphs became known for one special side effect of their contact with humans. However, the demons had two thousand years to strengthen themselves. Thirty years ago, Satan revealed himself to the President of the United States in what became known as the most effective coup in the history of the world. His brother, Lucifer, took over Europe; Asmodai and his followers slaughtered the governments of Africa; Sitri established himself as the ruler in Australia with the least amount of bloodshed. Above them all, Baal rules supreme. The demons who were said in the Bible to be the worst became the world leaders in little more than forty eight hours. At first, the religious fanatics cried that it was the end of the world and that the Antichrist would soon destroy them all. These people were killed by the other demons that had been disseminated around the world. With the governments of the world synchronized for the first time in history, the demons were able to change the education systems of the countries to reflect their version of what had happened in history. Soon, Demon Studies was a requirement. Biology changed to show the internal differences between the species. The world soon knew what had really happened between the humans and demons. Those people who tried to shut down the takeover were killed on the spot, and this alone went a long way in cowing the population. After only a couple short years humans became accustomed to the changes and things began to go back to normal. However, like every human culture, the demons had a culture all their own. The news that demons still kept slaves was the biggest shocker in the developed countries. Slaves were slightly different for demons than they had been for humans. Yes, the demons still used them for menial labor, but that was more akin to having a live-in maid. What demons really used slaves for was sex. The slave trade among the demons was a very lucrative one. The richer the demon, the better his slaves had to be. Some demons were employed simply to stalk and capture humans to be sold into slavery. After a few years some humans were even known to sell their family members - including their older teens - to the demons. Most people hated those who would sell their own relations to the demons, and they didn't care what the reasons were. After the first five years, the kidnapping and selling of young men and women into the slave trade slowed to a crawl. Most of the time demons only took humans as slaves, but every once in a while another type of creature would come along that would be groomed for something more than simple slavery. Creatures that had previously been touted as mythology were highly sought after by the demons. A succubus, for instance, would fetch a pretty coin at auction and bring the owner many millions in contract fees. A succubus is the offspring of a demon and a nymph. Nymphs always give birth to female children; they only have to have a male in the picture to get pregnant. When they get pregnant by a demon, that girl is always born a succubus. The girl child is kept by the nymphs until she is eighteen. In those eighteen years, the nymphs teach her about her powers and what it means that she is a succubus. At the age of eighteen she is sent to a trainer - a male demon - who teaches her the more complex spells and, most importantly, teaches her about sex and her body. The Church demonized succubi as sex-crazed women who could kill a man with a touch. In reality, a succubus is the most in-control magical creature. They are taught from the beginning that they must be in control of their abilities at all times. A succubus who has just come into her powers has a small amount of leeway in gaining that control, but after an amount of time she is expected to be able to control herself. Even then, a succubus' control is a delicate balance between pleasure and pain. Very rarely, a succubus is pushed so far beyond her limit of control that she goes insane and turns siren. Humans never actually encountered sirens, and many of the myths surrounding sirens were actually mermaid related. A siren is a succubus who has lost all control of her powers. The siren is the true creature behind the darker myths about succubi. She can suck the life from a man in a single kiss, though they prefer to have intercourse and take the life energy that way. A siren's power has the ability to rip a person to shreds, tearing limb from torso, at a thought. Sirens, when they occur, are killed as quickly as possible; usually by another woman. On the opposite side of the coin from a succubus is the incubus. Incubi are the male offspring of demons and mermaids. Unlike nymphs, mermaids can have either male or female offspring. The mermaids also have the ability to choose what their child is in terms of species. A mermaid impregnated by a demon can choose to have a mermaid child, whether that child is male or female. In the event that the mermaid chooses to not have a mermaid child, she can only hope that the pregnancy results in a male who might be an incubus. They do not have the power to choose the gender of the child, so a female child will be taken back to the mermaid pod to be raised by another mermaid. However, just because the mermaid chooses not to birth a mermaid does not mean that a male child will be an incubus. The mermaid can choose to have a male demon child instead. No one is certain how this is possible, but it does happen. In the event that an incubus is born, he is raised by his father in much the same way as the succubus. He is taught what his powers will be and how to control them, and at eighteen he is initiated into sex. Unlike a succubus, who is virtually powerless until she reaches maturity around the age of twenty, an incubus is born able to display magical abilities similar to those of a normal male demon. The incubus, though, is the perfect balance to a succubus' power. A normal succubus has a constant struggle of balancing her powers with her desire to take the life energy from men. The incubus is the perfect source of sexual energy for the succubus in that she cannot drain him sexually. Demons are more suited to giving up this sexual energy than a human male is, so it is more difficult for a succubus to kill them in the way that they can kill humans. But the succubus cannot kill an incubus that is bound to her as a mate. Succubi bind demons or incubi to them within a year of reaching maturity. Before the Takeover, succubi would be kept with several demons until she took one of them as her mate. If she did not take a mate within a year, it was understood that she would never take a mate. These weaker succubi almost never turned siren, and were not a danger to the general populace. Stronger succubi would bind a mate to her that complimented her powers. This binding would assist her in keeping the temptation of her powers in check. The binding of a mate is only done by the succubus. No demon can bind himself to her as a mate. However, there are spells that can bind demons to a succubus to a lesser extent. Life-bond spells are the most common, and they bind the lives of the two together. A life-bond spell does not form a tangible connection between the subjects, but if a demon performs a life-bond spell on a succubus and that succubus turns siren, he can commit suicide to stop her. It is extreme, but often the only way to stop a succubus once she has turned siren. The life-bond spell binds the lives of the together so completely that one cannot live if the other dies. In recent times, it has been very rare for a succubus to bond with a mate and even rarer for a demon to perform a life-bond spell with a succubus. There hasn't been an incubus born in nearly five hundred years, and the last one died as a result of a life-bond spell more than three hundred years ago. He was not bound as a mate to the succubus because he was born after she had already reached maturity, and there wasn't another succubus born before he died. It is said that a succubus always breeds true, just like the nymphs she descends from. So, a succubus will always produce a female child who will mature as a succubus. This child is stronger than the mother, but cannot exceed the father's magical prowess. No one is sure why this is the way of it, but it is. Second generation succubi were once common. This is believed to be the reason that incubi were more common, as second generation succubi were more likely to turn siren. The second generation succubi had a more tenuous hold on her powers, and so needed the balance that an incubus gave her in the mated bond. In the instance that a succubus gives birth, she is expected to teach that child everything she will need to know in preparation for her eighteenth birthday. In more recent times, second generation succubi have been all but unheard of. Because of this, the need for incubi has declined and the existing succubi would be less likely to know just how to train their daughters. Very recently, the councils have begun to mandate the sterilization of all succubi to prevent the birth of a second generation. The reasoning behind this is the lack of incubi to be bound as a mate to control her. These sterilizations are done with a spell developed after modifying a long-term contraception spell, and are painless. Several succubi, in an attempt to evade the sterilization spell, attempted to leave the nymph communities before their eighteenth birthdays. They were believed to have all been captured and sterilized. Succubus Rising Ch. 01 The Country side was far from silent once the moon was in the sky. The birds flew and the wolves howled. The insects chirped their mating calls. The wind blew the leaves of the trees to make them rustle. And the only light that was up was the light that the moon emitted. Everything else was quiet as when it gets dark that means it is bed time. Only in one small cottage there was sounds of a whisper. "Come on Sita. No one will know.. and I leave when the sun peaks through the hills. It will be another month or two before I'll see you again." The voice was clearly male, pleading to a young woman. "No, But *I* will know. You know that I am to be a virgin when I am wed. Why don't you go to my father to ask for his blessing.. I am sure he would say Yes because I talk about you a lot! Surly mother can help make his decisions. Then I will be yours, truly and honestly." "But it will not be until then that I may ask, and someone might come in the meantime and claim your hand before I get the chance to. I just want to know that you are truly mine." "I promise that I will be yours, but the answer is no on this night. You must talk to my father. But we are going to wake them if you keep pleading with me. You must sleep for your journey!" The young man sighed and the sounds of his feet hitting the ground here audible. "As you wish, my love. I will wait. Just promise me that your heart will be forever mine." "I promise." She said softly at his dark retreating form. Sita moved to settle herself into bed. She should of been asleep hours ago. And her talking to Adrian almost woke her sisters. She frowned as she thought about it. She was nearing the age of twenty and she was not yet married. That and she still had to share a room with two of her sisters so there was no way of her having any privacy at all. Anywhere. By daylight, she was with her mother doing chores and cooking, and the only time she got to go out was when the merchants first came and then to church. She was under constant supervision. Which is why it made her heart race when Adrian made his nightly visits when he could. He would tell her she was the prettiest girl in the land, and he had seen many pretty women. But she.. He wanted her to be his wife. To travel with him as we set out with his own family to see the world. That is what she wanted most. Sighing to herself as she settled into the rough bed of hay and goose feathers, she closed her eyes and began to drift off. Again, she dreamed of him. Only this time it wasn't like her usual dream where they went to the fields to eat the packed lunch she had made where they would talk and talk. This time she was laying in her own bed. Only they were alone and the room was dark. She felt his hand trail up her leg, and shockingly, under her thick wool night gown. His fingers were cool against her skin and she felt like she was burning under him. Slowly his other hand joined in as he stroked her legs, slowly pushing the hem of her night gown up as his hands traveled up to her thighs. "Oh, Sita.. You're so beautiful. And sweet, and caring.. I cannot wait until we are wed. I must have you tonight." His voice was husky. with a hint of a growl under his words as if she were his favorite slice of pie. Soon enough, she lay under him, with him over her, his knees and legs trapping her underneath him. Her gown was bunched at her hips and her undershorts were showing, and she blushed. "We shouldn't be doing this.." She whispered before he silenced her with a kiss. His tongue probed deep, tasting her, teasing her tongue with little flicks of his own. Moaning softly into his mouth, she reached up to curl her arms around his neck and shoulders. And she jumped when she felt him pry the laces of her undergarment open so that he could stick his hand in them. His fingers gently cupped her kitten, slowly rubbing circles around her kitten, the very carefully slipping his middle finger inside, pressing against the small sensitive nub nestled between them. She was already wet for him. And her breathing got faster as she became more and more excited. Still he kissed her, swallowing her gasps of pleasure as he caressed her with his fingers. Then bravely, when he felt she was comfortable with him touching her like this did he slip a finger inside her. Biting her lip, She braced herself. What she didn't expect was the feelings that she got when she stroked her and they seemed to grow when he moved his finger in and out of her. Pressing her breasts against him she pulled him down closer to her having the need to feel the weight of his body on hers. "Tell me you want this..?" Adrian whispered into her ear. "Do you want me?" She nodded and sighed, feeling his heavy weight pinning her down into her bed. "I do.." She replied, lowering her arms to unbutton the top of her gown. She unbuttoned each until the buttons ended. Shyly, she pulled the Edges of the fabric apart, Exposing her large breasts for him to see. Already her dark pink nipples were hard and exposed and he leaned down as if he were compelled, and captured one into his mouth. He sucked roughly and wildly, like she were a drink he was craving for days. Managing to pull himself away from her for a few moments, he lifted himself back so he could slip himself between her legs. Reaching under her to lift her hips, he curled his fingers around her shorts and pulled them down and from her legs, dropping them to the floor beside her bed. Looking down she seemed to have lost her confidence and she was blushing madly, being so exposed to him. Though there was something alluring about her gown bunched up and her top open for him. Reaching down, he traced a finger along side her breast and smiled. "You are so amazing." Reaching down to push down his own pants and wiggling out of them she blinked at the sight of him. He seemed so large, much larger than his finger, and somewhere deep in her belly, a pressure was forming. She felt her wetness slip down between her thighs and since he was between them, having her spread open for him, she was shy to admit that maybe he could see it too. "Oh, Adrian.. I.. I don't think this will work." "Don't worry. Trust me." Once again he settled between her thighs, kissing her between her breasts. Lifting her thigh, he eased his way against her, so that his manhood pressed against the opening of her kitten, to show her how hard he was for her and how much he needed her. Capturing her lips once more, he moved slowly against her like he would be when thrusting only, the tip of his manhood played around the edges of her kitten til her body was arching against his, her hips pressing up and her legs tightening around his hips. Her body seemed to be moving on it's own as his kiss seemed to put her in a daze. She felt this need, deep inside of her. It made her breathless and wanting him. Breaking away from this kiss, she licked his lip and nodded to him. "Adrian.. now. I need you now." Not responding by way of words, he lifted her hips up just slightly, and he watched as her breasts bounced as he lined himself against her and pushed through her maidenhead and into her. She squeaked slightly and gasped as he held himself still, feeling her kitten clench desperately at his manhood. Holding himself over her, he began to move. It was difficult at first to free himself but with each careful thrust he began to feel her body respond to him and soon she was keening to him softly. The bed was squeaking with each of his thruts and the small sounds of his body hitting hers filled the room. Groping her breasts and squeezing the nipple in between his fingers, he leaned to suckled her other breast as he pushed himself in and out of her. Her wetness making him feel warm and massaged as her kitten's walls rubbed against his sensitive manhood. She felt like she was going to die. The way he nipped at her breast, the way he tugged and pinched at her. And especially the way the hardness going in and out of her, it made her want to scream. As he thrust deep into her, she let out a small cry to him as her body jerked and bucked against him. The pressure that was building inside her was released and she could feel herself tighten around him, the heels of her feet digging into the small of his back, as if urging him to go faster. Deeper. Rougher. Biting the curve of her breast suddenly, he moved faster now that she achieved her first orgasm. His hips moved faster and rougher against hers, and the only sound was her bed, instead of tapping against the wall was now hitting the wall with each of his thrusts. Her kitten would make a wet sound when he entered her and he gasped as he watched her breasts bounced each time their bodies met. She gasped and moaned loudly to him, as she tried to hold onto him. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she arched her head back as the pressure built up once more. Only this time she seemed to be matching his thrusts and soon she could hear him grunt slightly and the heat in her lower belly growing deeper. Soon she could feel him swell inside her, his manhood twitching and rubbing against her inner walls, hitting against her barrier as she suddenly spilled his seed into her womb. She felt the warmth of his milk coating the inside of her body and she coo'd at him lovingly. Kissing him, and stroking the scratches she left on his back. "Adrian~" She cut off, suddenly getting a strange sensation flowing through her body. She seemed more.. energized. She leaned up to kiss him once more and he chuckled. Nuzzling her neck and giving her breasts another lick and squeeze he lifted himself up and gathered his pants. "It's almost dawn Sita. I must go before they find out where I am at." "But Adrian.. This is a dream." She smiled at him, sated and laying there, almost wantonly. her breasts were slick and their juices flowed between her legs and down her thighs, pooling at the bed. Adrian laughed and leaned over to kiss her on her forehead. "It's not a dream Sita.. not anymore. You called for me in your sleep.. Your aura.. You're like me and soon.. soon we will be together." Getting up he slipped out the window. Sitting up, she frowned, looking around. Around her, the beds of her sisters were empty, then suddenly the door to the bedroom burst open. "What the damnation is wrong with you girl!?" Her father boomed out, throwing a blanket out at her then grabbed her arm to drag her out of bed. "Selling yourself, using the room you share with your sisters as your brothel! You slut!" He dragged her through the hallway and into the family room, where her sisters and mother were sitting by the fire. Apparently her noises had awoken them and they went and got her parents. "Who was he!?" Her father shouted at her. "Who did you allow into your bed, under our roof!" Tears welled into her eyes. She didn't know what was going on. She felt their juices still but she could of sworn it was a dream, that it wasn't real. "Adrian.." She whispered. "The merchant's son!?" Her father moved to look out the window, and the sun was coming up. "They are long gone now.. I want you out of my house. Pack your things and go. If you will invite the merchants between your thighs, then you aren't welcome here anymore." Her father wasn't yelling anymore, but sounded heart broken. "Father.." "Just go." Turning, she went back to her room, to gather her things. In her heart she felt heart broken, but the rest of her body,.. felt alive. Something changed in her. And her tears dried up and she packed what she could. She was free now. And she would Find Adrian. "Adrian." He paused on the trail, a small smirking smile crossing his lips. "She's awake~" he whispered to his horse as the wind picked up. "And she will find me." Succubus Rising Ch. 01 Author's Note: I would like to thank those of you who have been patiently waiting on this next chapter. Just as with all my stories, comments and feedback are welcome. * "Oh my god," the girls behind me in class were whispering so loud I could barely hear the lecture. "Did you hear they found a succubus in town?" "Bullshit," another girl said. "They don't really exist. I think that's just something they tell us to keep the porn interesting for the guys." "No," there was some rustling as one of them dug around in her bag. "It's all over the news. A succubus was found - unsterilized - in the Castle Hills area. They say she's the first one to be found fertile in centuries." I tuned them out in time for the professor to assign a five thousand word research paper on something he had lectured on. Of course, thanks to the chatterboxes behind me I had missed a quarter of the lecture. Good thing he was one of the professors that recorded his lectures and posted them online for the students. I slid my notebook into my bag and then left the class. My truck was parked on the other side of campus, so I had almost a mile to walk just so I could get in my vehicle and then drive home. It felt as though the air conditioner couldn't get cold fast enough as I pulled out into traffic. Leaving the university at four o'clock was always a bitch. It took me nearly an hour to get to my neighborhood, and when I got there the police were blocking the road. Great, I thought as I sat and waited for them to wave those of us who lived here through. It wasn't until I got to my street that the conversation the other girls were having came back to me. A succubus had been found in Castle Hills. I live in Castle Hills. The police had parked their Crown Victoria's and Tahoe's in the street and in the yard in front of my house. An officer was walking up when I pulled into the driveway and parked. He looked very authoritative as he held up his hand and said, "Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to get back in your vehicle and go home. This is a possible crime scene." "I don't have to get in my vehicle," I opened the back of the truck and pulled my backpack and purse out. "I live here." "You're Jezza Reins?" "Yes, sir. Why are y'all in my house?" "Uh. . ." he lifted his hat and ran his hands through his hair with the other hand. "There was an incident. . ." He looked around as though someone else could help him through this. "What kind of incident?" I watched as men and women walked into my house and an older man came out. "Why are y'all going into my house?" The older man saw me standing with the officer and walked over to us, "Dammit, Jones, I told you to keep the neighbors away." "I'm not a fucking neighbor. Now tell me why the fuck y'all are in my house!" The officer held his hands out in front of him as though that would stop me from moving toward my house, but it was the older man that actually held me back as I tried to go to the front door. "Ma'am, you can't go in there right now." "Why not? Did someone die in there?" He sighed, "No, no. Nothing like that. The demons are in there handling their business and we've been instructed to keep everyone out for a while." "There are demons in my house and I can't. . ." just then a large man came out of the house with a woman held in front of him with a bag over her head. The woman was walking, so she wasn't hurt too bad. "Mom? Mom! What the hell are you doing with my mother, asshole?" The man stopped, but the woman didn't turn around. With a look over his shoulder, a second man came out of the house and started walking toward me. The cops stood aside as the behemoth lumbered over. Douchebags. "Jezza?" the man had a surprisingly high voice given how large his neck was. "You need to come with me." "Like hell," I said, staring up at him. "I'm not following you anywhere!" The man loomed closer and grabbed me by the shoulder, bending to put his face closer to mine, "You can either follow me, or I can drag you to my truck. Your choice." I jerked away from him and spit onto his shirt. His hand shot out and before I could react I was lying on the ground looking up at the side of my truck. I gasped for breath as he bent down to pick me up and swing me over his shoulder. Spots floated in my vision, but I still tried to get a good enough angle to hit him. He went a few steps before dumping me on my ass on the lawn. "Don't you hurt her!" A shrill voice came from the street as I tried to catch my breath and rub my ass at the same time. My mother had finally come out of whatever stupor she had been in and gotten the bag off her head. Her hair was sticking out in all directions and there was fire in her eyes. "Jezza, you get up, baby. They won't hurt you." "The fuck?" was all I was able to mutter before the other man shoved her into a sedan before getting behind the wheel and driving off. "Hey! Where are you taking my mother?" I looked up at the big man just as he started to lower a sack over my head. I ducked and rolled away from him just in time, but he was a fast bastard and grabbed my ankle with enough force to make me cry out. I kicked at the man's head with my other foot, but he just dodged and then stood up, lifting me off the ground upside down. "I gave you a choice," he said before carrying me by the foot toward the road. "You know, you have a really goofy fucking voice," I said as I kept trying to kick his arm and make him drop me. He didn't respond, but he did catch my other foot and then lifted me above the edge of a truck bed and dropped me. "Hey, fuckwit! Be careful." I tried to scramble away, but again he was too fast. Instead of grabbing me, though, he resorted to a backhand that laid me out cold. The last thing I saw was the black bag lowering over my vision. === My face was flattened against a rough carpet when I came to. I blinked my eyes and tried to sit up, but my hands had been secured behind my back making it difficult to move. After a few minutes my vision cleared enough for me to see that I was in the cargo area of a large SUV, and a few tries later I managed to get myself up on my knees to look over the back of the seat in front of me. The big man that had carried me upside down was driving, and there was no one else in the truck. I started looking around for a way out. Most modern vehicles had a way to open the back hatch or trunk from the inside, but a quick look around didn't reveal any kind of emergency handle. With another glance at the back of the man's head, I set about pulling the carpeted panel away from the door. At first, I could barely get my fingertips between the panel and the plastic. Then, with a soft pop, part of the panel came away and I was able to get a better grip. I glanced back to see if the driver had heard the noise, but he still hadn't seemed to notice that I was awake. I worked on the other clips holding the door panel in place, and one by one got them undone as quietly as possible. The parts of the door didn't look like much, but there were a few wires that I pulled loose for good measure. Nothing seemed to happen, so I went to work on the side panels and under the floorboard. By the time the driver pulled the vehicle to a stop I had managed to find the spare tire, the jack, and a small empty compartment in the side opposite the jack. Nothing I pulled opened the back door, but that didn't matter. After the truck stopped moving, the large man got out and came to open the door for me. Such a gentleman. The door opened and the man grabbed my shoulder immediately. "Hey! You're hurting me!" "Good," the man said. "The less you struggle, the less things will hurt." He shoved me ahead of him toward the front of a modest house. The door opened as we approached, and we were met in a dining room by three other men. "Oh, Zachiel, this is too much," the shortest man said. "You're sure the council didn't know Margot had a daughter?" "Who the fuck are you?" I asked, not caring if any so-called council knew about me. The man looked at me then, as though I hadn't been the first one through the door, and smiled. His smile looked like it could have curdled milk and made small children cry. I just frowned at him. "Oh, you will be fun to break." He turned back to the man I now knew was Zachiel, "You are sure? They don't know Margot had a child?" "As far as I know they are clueless," the high pitched voice came from behind me and I was ignored once again. "They took the succubus just as the girl got there and I intercepted her." "Hello," I said, taking a few steps away from everybody. "Hi, I'm the girl you just took forcibly from her home. Fuck you, untie my arms." All three of the new men smiled at me then, "You heard her, Zachiel. Untie her. Chasing her around the house will just make things later that much more fun." The big man with the little voice reached into his pocket and brought out a pocket knife that he used to cut the ties on my wrists. My shoulders protested the new position as I rubbed my wrists where the cord had been a little too tight, but then I just looked at the men. "Who said anything about me running anywhere?" "You'll run," the short man said as the other two men that had been with him moved to flank me. "Just give it a few moments." "Well, you have her, Darius," Zachiel said as he slid the knife back in his pocket and out of reach. "My money's in the bank, so I'll see you the next time you need something picked up." "It was a pleasure doing business with you, as usual, Zachiel," the short man, Darius, said as the big man turned and walked back out the door. I turned my head to try to keep the other two men in my sight. As soon as the door shut, Darius turned back to me, "Now is when the real fun starts. Boys," he nodded at the men and they descended on me like vultures on road kill. I tried dropping to the floor and backing away from them in some sort of crab walk, but they just caught me and picked me up. Darius had turned and walked farther into the house, and the two other men followed him with me between them. "Feel free to fight, girly," the man on my left said. "The more you fight the more fun we get to have with you." They had to turn sideways to get all three of us through the door, so it took a minute before the decor of the room caught my eye. It wasn't anything macabre or even really out of place for a small suburban house. The room was plain with a flat screen television mounted on one wall and some comfortable looking chairs surrounding a hook suspended from the ceiling. It was the hook that held my attention. "Strip her down and tie her up as usual," Darius was standing in front of the TV with a remote in his hands. The goon on my left shifted his hands so he was holding both of my shoulders while the one on my right brought a knife out of somewhere. "I don't think so!" I began to struggle against the iron-like grip of the man holding my shoulders, trying to get a foot back to kick him in the balls. The man with the knife was smiling as he motioned for the other man to hold me down. With a sweep of a foot that seemed almost effortless, the man holding me took my legs out from under me and slammed me to the floor hard enough that my breath left me in a whoosh and my vision sparkled for a second. "We told you it would only be more fun for us if you fought," the man with the knife said. The other one had my head between his knees and was leaning against my arms with enough weight that I thought he might break a bone. I kicked my legs and bucked my hips as much as I could, but the cold steel of the knife slid along my ankle anyway. My jeans made a horrible sound as the fabric was cut and two seconds later I was lying on the floor in my panties and t-shirt. My shirt took less time to cut than my jeans had, but the man abandoned his knife when he moved to my underwear. I lifted my knee with everything I had when he leaned over me and groped my breasts and let out a satisfied grunt when I made contact with something. The man's eyes bulged in pain, but my small victory was short lived when he punched me in the ribs. "Jake!" The man at my head yelled and moved enough for me to roll over and curl onto my side as I relearned how to breathe. "You know we're not supposed to do that!" "She kneed me in the junk!" the other man, Jake, was cupping his groin in his hands as though it might fall off if he didn't hold it there. "Shit, that hurts!" I had closed my eyes and didn't care that my forehead was pressed against the thigh of a man who had been holding me down for his buddy just moments before. My chest hurt with every breath and I wondered if Jake had broken a rib or two with his blow. The man at my shoulders didn't move to help his friend walk off the injury, though, so maybe they weren't close friends. Doesn't matter, I told myself. Just breathe. I couldn't tell where Darius was; probably sitting in one of the comfortable chairs enjoying the little show we were putting on. "It will hurt a lot more if you broke something with your little tantrum," a new voice came from the direction of the door. The legs moved away from my upper body and I opened my eyes to see a new man kneeling beside me. He reached out to touch my chest but stopped when I flinched and then cringed in pain. "You are lucky he didn't kill you, girl. Let me heal you or this auction will be worse than it needs to be for you." The brown slacks gave way to a purple shirt, and it registered that his hand had been tan. I closed my eyes and nodded, wanting the pain to go away more than I was worried about him touching me. "Darius won't like you touching her before the auction, Turq," the man who had held me down said. "He will like it less when he finds out you two could have killed her. You're lucky he wasn't in the room." I sighed as the man they called Turq touched my ribcage gently, probing the most tender spot and then laying his palm over it when I groaned. Warmth washed over my entire chest, and within moments I could breathe without feeling nauseous with pain. "What's going on in here? Turq, you know you can't touch her before the auction starts," Darius' voice rang through the room and Turq lifted his hand from my ribs. "If you hadn't left her alone with your two idiots, I wouldn't have had to touch her. Jake could have killed her," he rose and all I could see were his shoes. "If he can touch her, the rest of us should be able to touch her," another voice, this one impossibly deep, seemed to fill the room. The new man hadn't even yelled as far as I could tell. "Yes," I sat up as Darius looked down at me. Along with Darius and his two thugs, and Turq in his brown slacks, there were four other men along the wall at the door. They all looked at me except one. A large man who looked like he spent too much time at the gym stared at Darius, waiting for the rest of his answer. "You're right. It's only fair if you may all touch her before the auction. Jake, you are dismissed. Kale," he turned his attention to the other man. "Put her on the hook and finish the job so these gentlemen can touch what they will be trying to buy." Jake stooped around his groin as he stood, but the look of worry said he knew what Darius would do to him as punishment. Apparently even the demons were answerable to someone else. He shot me a glare as he stumbled out of the room, obviously trying not to touch himself as he walked. I smirked and imagined him holding his groin as he walked down the hall. I looked at Kale from my spot on the floor and rose when he motioned for me to get up. It had to have been magic that Turq used to heal me, but I didn't want to push my luck with a second healing if Kale decided I needed another lesson in breathing. He seemed to sigh in relief when I followed him to the hook. From one of the chairs he took a set of manacles and a rope, and I held my hands out to him. At least he wasn't going to hang me from the hook by the skin of my back or anything. Once the rope was tied in a loop and then placed over the hook he came up with a second set of manacles for my ankles. The chain between my ankles would prevent me from kicking anyone. I was effectively hobbled, but I still squirmed when he grabbed the knife and walked toward me. The look in his eyes said he was imagining worlds of pain at the business end of that blade, but he only cut away my bra and panties. "Ah, finally," Darius said when I was hung in the middle of the room. "You may now touch her, one at a time." The large bodybuilder was the first to approach me when Turq spoke up from the sidelines, "I only touched her ribs, so it wouldn't be fair if everyone else gets to cop a feel when I didn't." "That's. . ." Darius sighed. "Only touch her ribs or stomach so we can get on with this." The big guy's face fell a little, but he complied. His hand was so large that when he placed his palm on my ribs he had to put effort into not touching my breasts with his thumb. His fingers wrapped around nearly to my spine. I didn't look at any of the others, afraid that the hatred I could feel in my eyes might earn me a beating that wouldn't get healed. Shoes passed within my sight and hands got ever closer to my breasts. It felt like hours before the parade of touchy-feely men ended and Darius cleared his throat. Looking up I saw the TV screen with an impossibly large number on it before the men started shouting. Faint flutters passed over my skin and it took a while before I realized it was the men using their powers to influence each other. The number on the screen rose steadily at first as the men yelled out figures in attempts to make the others back down. Turq and one other man in a red shirt were obvious in their efforts to drive the price out of the range of the others. When the amount reached half a million dollars, one man stood up from his chair and walked out of the room. He was skeletal and his suit hung from his body. The others didn't even seem to notice. The numbers continued to climb until they slowed to a crawl before any of the men let on that they were getting out of their comfort zones. One, a tall man with dirty blond hair, was the first to break, "You two are deliberately driving the price up! This was supposed to be a fair auction, Darius, even on all sides. You disappoint me yet again, and with such a prize." "The auction was made even with the buy-in. If you couldn't afford much more than the tiny two hundred grand to walk in here then you should have just stayed home." Darius turned back to the screen, which had started blinking in time with a counter when the bidding came to a standstill at the outburst. The tall man left the room in a rage that resulted in a fist-sized hole in the wall next to the door. After that the bidding continued at a more sedate pace and the men were quieter about it. It didn't take long for me to figure that they really had been trying to up the price just to remove the other men. Now, they watched each other as the touches of their power lingered longer and the number on the screen continued to climb. When the amount topped one million dollars, the large man began to bid less often and let the other two battle it out. When it reached a million and a half, he let himself out of the room quietly. The two men bid every two or three minutes after the large man left, only bidding when the numbers began to flash with the countdown. I felt their powers against my skin so firmly the men might as well have been wrapped around me. Then, as though with great reluctance, one of the powers faded away and the man who had healed my ribs got up and shook the hand of the other man before he, too, left the room. The number on the screen was almost two million dollars. Succubus Rising Ch. 01 "Congratulations, Chaz," Darius said as he held out an iPad to a dark man in a red shirt. He tapped a few of the virtual keys and handed the tablet back to Darius. "Have her taken to my car," the man called Chaz said as he stood and straightened his clothes out. "We can discuss everything else while she is moved." Darius tapped something on the iPad and Kale came through the door like a well-trained pet. He was a demon, I knew it, so he had to just be there as muscle for Darius. He took the rope off the hook and then grabbed the chain between the manacles. Just as he was leading me toward the door, Darius spoke, "Oh, and Kale? If you hurt her I won't stop Chaz from hurting you." "Yes, sir," Kale said as he lead me through the door and the rest of the house. I caught the sound of the other man - Jake - as Kale opened the front door and led me toward a sleek black car. The man holding the door was not the one who had bought me, but I didn't think he belonged at the house we were leaving. "Just get in the car and he won't hurt you," I felt him shrug as he pushed me toward the door. "Much." I sat in the back of the car and tried not to hyperventilate. Looking around I could tell there was no way I would get out of the car and away before someone caught me, so I sat there and watched Chaz walk down the steps toward me. He waved the driver away before getting in, and the car was in gear before he even had the door shut. When we had pulled out of the driveway, Chaz reached up and pulled a small package from the pouch in the back of the seat in front of him, "Put this on." The package landed in my lap and I moved to open it, doubting it would be big enough to cover anything. Sure enough, the garment that fell out was a short tube dress made of a stretchy translucent red fabric. I groaned and held it in front of me before I saw the more opaque material around the chest and hip areas. The material slid over my skin and didn't scratch, so I pulled it on and straightened it as best I could and tried to sit there and pretend I liked the dress. As soon as I had the dress on, Chaz pulled me onto his lap with enough force that I knew my arm would be bruised. "Kneel on the floorboards in front of me. You do not get to sit on the seat." "Are you cr..." I managed to get out before he slapped me so hard I saw stars and fell against the back of the passenger seat. "I gave you an order, girl. Kneel in front of me." I slid down to the floorboards more because I still couldn't quite see straight than because I didn't want to get hit again. He spread his knees wide enough to give me room, but not wide enough to allow me to avoid touching him. The driver took a turn a little too fast and I had to reach out and grab the seat to keep from falling against his legs even more. "There are rules in my house," he said in a tone that was better suited for a conversation in a quiet restaurant. "You will call me master, or sir." "Are you serious?" that earned me another slap and this time I had to hold onto his leg to keep from falling over. "Eventually, you will learn to keep that mouth shut." He reached out and used a hand in my hair to pull me back into a seated position before continuing with his rules, "Once you are taken to your bunk, you will put your hair up. It will be up at all times while you are in my house." Holding my tongue, finally, I simply nodded and looked at him. "Good girl. This is your new uniform," he indicated the dress I was wearing. "There is a small wardrobe beside your bunk with enough uniforms to last two weeks. Your responsibilities while you are in my house will be to clean and keep up with the laundry and other household chores." "You've gotta be," he raised his hand and I cringed back, cutting my remark short. Still, he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. His hand on my shoulder burned when he touched me, and I whimpered. "You will not speak unless I give you permission or ask you a direct question, do you understand?" I nodded as much as I could with his hand still in my hair. "That's not the answer I want, girl." "I understand," the pain in my shoulder increased and he moved his hand down my chest. The pain brought tears to my eyes and I cried out, "Yes, I understand, master." "Good girl," the pain stopped and he let me go. I looked at my shoulder, but there wasn't a mark on me. "Given your particular heritage, I have already started taking offers for contracts. When I send you to another man, you will obey them completely. Do you understand?" I hesitated and he nudged me with his foot, lifting a finger and waiting, "Yes, sir." "I expect you to be clean every day. This means you will wake up and shower before joining the other slaves at the foot of the stairs at six every morning, and you will shower after every man returns you. No exceptions. Do you understand the rules?" I nodded without thinking and his hand knocked my head back into the seat. His pants were rough against my cheek when I slid down his leg, and I spared a thought to how anybody could wear anything that scratchy. Then I screamed when he reached down to pull me up and his hand burned on my arm and in my hair. "That is not how you answer me, girl." "I understand, sir," I rasped, realizing then that I must have screamed more than I'd thought. The car slowed and finally stopped, and the driver's door opened and shut quietly. "When you're ready, Ferrel will show you to your bunk. Put your hair up and then he'll bring you to my office. We have some training to do." He opened his door and slid out as I slumped onto the floor of the car. "You have to get up," a kinder voice said from beside me. I looked up to see the driver kneeling in the open door. "He won't like it if you take too long to go inside. Come on," he put a hand on my arm and I cringed before realizing the hand wasn't burning hot. "He didn't hit you that hard." When I was standing I pulled the dress down as far as it would stretch and followed the man into a large house I hadn't even looked at until then. The house was huge, and I followed Ferrel up a wide staircase and then to the back of a hallway where he opened a door that led to a much narrower set of stairs. He disappeared over the landing, and I groaned when I saw the room. It was a large, finished attic space with six full-size beds spaced evenly along the outer walls. One of them was completely bare of sheets and pillows, and I assumed it was empty. The one Ferrel stopped in front of had the sheets folded on top with a single pillow and pillowcase next to them. "This is your bunk," he said, gesturing as though it were a large suite instead of just a bed. "The 'wardrobe' is actually the left hand table, the front opens and there's a bar inside to hang your uniforms on. You can use the trunk for anything you might happen to acquire while you're here. Sophia gets gifts from the men he sends her to every once in a while, so he gave her a trunk to store them in. To make it even, we all got trunks. Your hair ties and everything are in a box in the bathroom, which is this way." He led me down the center of the room to another door that led into a fairly nice bathroom, considering we were slaves. He reached under a sink and handed me a hair band that I used to put my hair up. "We generally get up and shower around five so we can make the morning muster. You have your own sink and vanity, though you won't have much to put in it. Towels are here," he indicated a large linen closet. "Sophia puts her hair up wet to save time, so we didn't know if we should get you a blow dryer. If you need one, just let me know and I'll pick it up the next time I go into town." I looked at the open wall of shower heads and back at him, "We all shower together?" "Yes, we don't really have a choice and believe me when I say none of us are interested in the other." "Where are the others?" "Sophia is with a contract today and tomorrow, so you'll meet her tomorrow night. Kenzie is in the garage, and Kelsey is either in the laundry room or the kitchen. You'll meet them tonight." "They don't need blow dryers?" "Their hair is kept short since the master doesn't send them out like he will with you and does with Sophia. You can learn their stories later, but right now I need to point out as much as I can on the way to his office." "Gee, I don't even get to take notes," I whispered as we left the bathroom and then the attic. "You'll want to stop the little comments as soon as possible," he opened the door back into the upstairs hallway. "He's beaten others for much less. Anyway, this is the south wing of the house, and the only access to our bunks. There is another stairway in the back of the house that leads to the north wing and the master's suite. All of these rooms are available to other people at any given time, and we have to make sure they are always clean. When you're here, you'll probably find it best to get lost up here and dust." Back down the staircase at the front of the house, Ferrel pointed in different directions, "The living area is through there, and that way is the dining room. The master's office is down this hallway, which also leads to the kitchen. The laundry room is what would have been a mudroom past the kitchen and before you reach the garage and back door." He knocked on a door three times and opened it only after a noise came from the inside. I went through the door at his motion and jumped when it closed behind me. Chaz was standing behind a large desk, but even the fact that he seemed to be naked couldn't distract me from the contraption that hung on the wall behind him. It had hinges and spikes and metal manacles that I couldn't wrap my head around, and I tried not to wonder what it had been used for. "Strip," his voice brought my attention back to him and I realized he really was naked in his office. "What?" I didn't even see him move. He was just suddenly in front of me, pulling the dress down to my hips so roughly that I almost fell from the force. Then his hands were on my wrists and I felt a pair of cuffs being tightened over them before I could even think to struggle. I saw the hook in his hand then and that's when I did start to struggle. I did not want to be hung from the ceiling in this room. His fist lashed out and I felt my body slump as the world went gray around me for a few seconds. The hook rose into the air and took me with it until I was on the tips of my toes. "When I give you an order," his hand traced over the curve of my breast, but it wasn't hot like it had been in the car. "I expect you to follow it without fail and without question. Now," the smile he turned on me didn't give me any hope. "To start your training." I gasped when he lowered his mouth to my exposed nipple. I had been braced for pain, but what I felt wasn't painful at all. Only one earlier boyfriend had ever played with my nipples, but he had apparently taken his lead from what he saw in movies and it hadn't ended well. The warring feelings of wanting to enjoy this and not wanting this man to touch me had my body flashing between hot and cold until my head spun and I had to turn my face into my bicep to stop watching. I heard a small noise and realized it was coming from me. His hands snaked across my hips and shoved the dress until it fell to the floor while his tongue licked and rubbed over first one nipple and then the other. I had pulled myself up toward the hook holding me in the air in an attempt to get away from him, but it only made it easier for him to reach me. Then, just as my body was starting to react to his actions, I felt the first flash of heat in his hands and he sank his teeth into the flesh of my breast around the aureole. I screamed at the sudden pain and felt something move deep inside me. Chaz didn't give me a chance to catch my breath or wonder at what had caused that eerie feeling before he ran his hands up my sides in what would have felt nice if it hadn't been for the searing pain that followed his fingers. I felt the first trickle of blood run down my side and managed to open my eyes to see what was bleeding and I saw his hands covered in it. I moaned at the slow rise of pain that followed the bloody visual, and almost missed what he said. "Do not hesitate again when I give you an order, do you understand?" I nodded and the pain was quick and horrible as he held his hand against my stomach. "How should you have answered that?" "I understand, sir." "Good," he circled around me then, running his fingers over my back until I screamed again. "Relax your arms, girl." I did as I was told and my feet were mercifully flat on the floor when I stopped trying to pull myself up the chain and away from him. The tension on the hook was enough that I didn't do much more than slump before my arms caught my weight and I hung there. I hadn't even realized how hard I had been trying to get away from him until I relaxed. He moved back around and traced a finger around my uninjured nipple, bringing it to a peak even though I had no idea how. His finger was warm instead of hot, and he bent to suck my breast into his mouth. I hated myself for the small moan that escaped my lips, but his mouth felt good after all he had just done. The feeling that something was stirring deep inside me returned and then faded without me even wondering what it was as his mouth made things I knew about tighten low in my body. The pain from his treatment and the pleasure of his mouth on my breast mixed in a way I never knew was possible, but the pain was still there and I knew it could get worse. Chaz pulled his mouth away from me with one last flick of his tongue that made me whimper. His hand was on my hip when he said, "Put your legs around me." I looked at him, and suddenly his hand was burning on my hip. He had done so much that I couldn't do more than groan at the pain and lift my legs around his waist. The pain stopped as suddenly as it had started and I could feel his heavy warmth between my legs around the pain. He didn't move against me except to slide his hands down and up my thighs and finally to my breasts. The bite around my nipple was a sharp pain under his palm that made me gasp and try to move away from his hand, but the motion made my hips move against him and I stilled. He concentrated on the injured breast, making me moan in pain and tense so I wouldn't move too much. When his hand finally left me I let my head fall forward as much as I could. The world was being slowly swallowed in a shower of stars and sparks and I had to swallow several times to keep from throwing up on him. I was fairly sure that would only gain me more pain. When I could focus my sight on something again without risk of tossing my cookies I looked up to find him staring at me. His eyes were a surprising shade of blue that I hadn't noticed until he was this close. "Stand up," his voice was almost gentle and I wondered how long I had been out of it. I stood up. "Go take a shower and then get some sleep. I expect you to be at the foot of the main stairs at six in the morning, washed and ready for more. Do not put a uniform on. You will be naked in the morning." The hook lowered and I groaned at the new pain as my arms were finally able to move into a more normal position. He walked toward the door of the office and I stared at the blood that was streaking his body. I did not want to get a better look at my own body, and I began to walk slowly through the house to the stairs. There was an ornate clock on the wall near the door and I saw that I would only be getting about five hours of sleep after I showered to get the blood off. Succubus Rising Ch. 02 Well, as with most of the comments I have received bout my term for sexual encounters, I have edited this so that it isn't so awkward for you guys to read. Hopefully you will like this chapter a little better than the first and thank you for being so kind. I was actually really scared to post my stories onto this website. Again, thank you for reading and voting. ^-^ Enjoy~ _______________________________________ Sita set off in the general direction that she thought Adrian was heading towards. He had only told her of some landmarks that he'd seen when traveling, and she'd only seemed to remember the next town over was called Naria. 'Seems like a good guess as ever' she thought to herself and headed to where she remembered it to be on the map. East. Passing clusters of trees and woods, the walk seemed peaceful. She had what she owned in a pack hanging over her shoulder which was mainly some of her dresses and a pair or two of her father's old trousers, cash that she's saved up since she was old enough to do the occasional job around the market place. As well as the basic needs. But the further into the woods that she walked, the more she grew nervous. This was father than she has ever traveled on her own or with anyone else. By the talks of the merchants and even by Adrian, Sita knew the city was at least three days of travel by foot. She walked along the path for hours. Since she was under the protective shade of the trees, the sun didn't bother her too much. The wind was blowing pleasantly, bringing in the scent of fresh pine and clover, the scent of the forest. Above her, the birds talked among themselves and the insects scattered along the Forrest floor. Sita stopped near a river to refill her wine skin with water and to soak her aching feet. She id a lot of walking and already there were small blisters forming at the bottom of her feet. As she sat, it was beginning to grow dark and many of the sounds she had heard during the day disappeared only to be replaced with the hoots and howls of the wolves and wild dogs. Nestling in the crook of the trees she sat beside, he pulled her cloak out of her bag to cover herself with to fight off the chill of the wind. She was just about to sleep when she felt a hunger deep within her belly. It wasn't a hunger for food, her mother made sure she took with her enough food to last a few days, so she didn't understand what was going on inside of her. Curling up against the growing cold, she drifted off into a restless, dreamless sleep. The next day passed in a blur. The hunger didn't edge away, even when she ate the bread and butter that her mother packed. And she traveled as far as she could go. She didn't walk as fast as she did the first time and the third day she wasn't even close to the city. She seemed to be getting weaker and weaker as each day went on. It wasn't until her Dream or.. rather, not much of a dream that she had with Adrian that she began to feel this way. It took her a few more days before she saw the walls of the city come into view. Weakly, she went into the city, slightly dirty, her feet sore and full of blisters. Her hands were scraped and she looked like a poor beggar woman. Sighing in relief, she glanced around her. The people were milling around. gathering their things, bartering with their neighbors. Limping to a lone woman hanging their clothes out to dry, Sita cleared her throat lightly. "Ma'am?" She asked. The woman paused and looked over. "I have nothing for you." She replied with a huff. "No, No I don't need anything from you asides some information. Have the merchants come by yet?" The woman let out the breath that she's been holding. Obviously relieved that the strange woman didn't request food or money like the other beggars wondering about. "They have, and then they left. A day ago. I am not sure where they went to next, all I know is that they will be here again in a few months, depending on their sales and the weather. I know nothing more." Sighing deeply, Sita nodded. "Thank you very much for your help." Turning around she headed down a few alleys, looking for a cheap room that she could stay in on her limited funds. Hopefully she had just gotten a cold that made her weak. If they left a Day ago, by the time she was able to leave after them, they would have more than three or four days ahead of her. If she was lucky. And also depending if she felt any better. Passing by a few dark alley ways in a part of the city that was known for it's dangers, she glanced around uneasily. She felt someone,. or several someone's eye's watching her. The hair on the nape of her neck stood on end and she shifted uncomfortably. Glancing around, she couldn't see anyone so she slowly went on her way, having to take several stops every few blocks. "You alright, Miss?" A guy asked from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she was relieved that it wasn't a gangster or someone with battle scars or missing limbs. The man had on a fine Tunic with a well tool'd leather belt along his slim hips. His hair was long but tied behind him with a leather string. Behind him, was a man dressed like him as well but with shorter hair. "I Don't know. I've been feeling ill. Is there an inn or a physician around?" She asked, her guard lowered slightly, figuring they were just the king's men out patrolling the streets. The guy with the long hair looked over his shoulder at his partner and gave a one shoulder shrug, and raised his brow. "We know one, don't we Michael?" He asked with a knowing look. Michael nodded. "Sure. There is one at the inn we are staying in. You may come with us if you prefer?" Sita sighed and smiled brightly. Though she was dirty, and her dress was slightly torn, she seemed to brighten somehow. "Of course, thank you." Taking the arm of the long haired man, whom she learned was called William, they lead her further into the city and into a near deserted part. It was clean so it was more than likely off limits to certain people or people avoided the area. Sita didn't know which, but she felt safe with them. They lead her inside and called for the doctor that was indeed staying there. After checking her out in the best way the doctor could, he shrugged. "I don't know miss. You seem healthy as a fine horse. I don't see why anything should be wrong with you. But I would get some rest, perhaps it is just fatigue. Put some of this ointment on your pretty little feet so they don't become stiff like those laddies over there." He nodded to the two gentlemen that helped her. "Thank you, Doctor." Sita said, leaning back in her seat. "How much.." She was beginning to ask when he held up his hand. "Don't trouble yourself sweeting. The guys took care of your bill. You just rest." She blinked at him in a sort of shock. "Thank you." She repeated and smiled at the guys as they approached. "We are glad you aren't ill, m'lady. But we booked you a room and have a bath sent up to you." "You guys don't have to do this for me. Really. I cannot pay you back.. I don't have that much with me." She looked down. "Don't you worry your pretty little head. Now, off you go. we will see you later." They grinned at her and she smiled back, walking up the stairs, following the young tavern maid that nodded to her room. "Your room, and your bath is ready." Closing the door behind her Sita smiled happily at the slightly steaming tub in the middle of the room. A square cloth hanging from the side and the rose tinted with roses to make it scented. Shredding her clothes and stepping inside the water, she shivered as her soreness started to ease as she eased into the water. Washing the dust and dirt away, she did start to feel somewhat better but still weak. She made sure to clean everywhere she could and when she came out, she wrapped a larger cloth around her and sat on the chair near the window. Finger brushing her hair, she smiled. Her father always use to complain about the people here, saying they were cheats and the men were rogues if there were any, but she couldn't believe the niceness that she had encountered just upon arriving to the city. She was relaxing when she heard a knock on the door. "One moment!" She called out and went to her bag to pull out a dress, having been lounging in her towel, freshly dried from her bath. Right as soon as she got the dress pulled out, that the door opened and Michael and William stepped in. "Fresh and clean now, my dear" Michael asked, grinning when he saw her freshly washed and still wearing the towel. Secretly, he was pleased that he didn't have to mess with the clothes that only seemed to get in the way. "C.. Could you give me a few moments, to get dressed please?" She blushed and held her dress to her chest, as if to hide herself from their eyes. "No. I don't think so." William replied and closed the door behind him. He slid the wooden plank over the door as if to lock it and they began taking their belts off. "It is time for you to work your debt to us off miss. The doctor said you were clean and well, that's all we care about." They walked over to Sita as she began to step away from them her back hitting the wall behind her. "What are you doing?" She asked and stared up at him, clutching the front of the towel and dress to her front as if that would protect her. Michael reached over and pulled the dress from her hands and grabbed her arms in a swift grab. Pulling her arms up above her head and holding them with just one of his, he grinned as he pulled the towel from her, and her breasts bounced free. They were full and lush, her nipples perked out in a slight pinkish color. Her belly was smooth and her hips here round, just firm enough for them to grab onto, and not skin and bones like some of the women were. "Look at that, William." He replied, grasping her breast with his free hand, groping her roughly and pulling her nipple. "Very well endowed." He agree'd and began to pull his tunic over his head leaving him bare except for his hose. Already there was a bulge in his pants and it seemed to twitch in it's bindings. "Now you can do this willingly, or we can force you. This is the way of the world sweetling, you better be prepared. Though,." Michael cupped her cheek and she jerked away from him with a glare. He only chuckled. "I can't believe anyone would leave you alone unsupervised anyway. You're a jewel~" "Why are you doing this?" She asked, tugging at her wrists, wiggling as if trying to get away from him. Her struggling only made him hold onto her tighter. "Because you would waste the streets of your beauty. We could only help. Now what is your choice. Willingly, or by force. I will only ask you again this one time." Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded, going limp in his grasp. She wasn't strong enough to get free anyway and it seemed like she really didn't have a choice after all. "I agree.." She said finally. Michael released her, then took off his own tunic and they lowered their hose, their hard manhood's slipping free and standing strong and proud. "On the bed. on your hands and knees." William ordered. Sniffling but willing herself to be strong, Sita slipped by him and crawled onto the bed, getting on her hands and knees, her head lowered as she tried to get a hold of herself. Coming up behind her William and Michael each stroked her rear and up her sides. Michael stayed behind her and placed a kiss on the back of her thigh, and she trembled somewhat at his touch. William went to the front and crawled up onto the bed in front of her and she could see his throbbing manhood sitting in front of her face. He reached under her to grope her again before pulling back to grasp her still slightly damp hair. Griping tightly he lifted his head and smiled. "Open your pretty little mouth." He said and she slowly complied. He lowered her to his manhood, pushing himself into her mouth. "Suck me." He ordered. Tentatively, she began go suckle softly. It was foreign to her as her tongue rolled around his manhood the smoothness of his manhood. He pulled her head back roughly, by pulling her hair the pushing himself once more into her mouth only deeper. Still she suckled on him, gasping for air only when he went too deep. Already she could feel a strange tingle in her belly, much like what she felt when Adrian visited her. And soon, he didn't have to guide her mouth on him and she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth and even down her throat. Her warm tongue caressing his heated flesh. She groaned around him as she moved her head back and forth on him and he petted and tugged at her hair, groaning. Michael licked her thigh and moved to her center, pleased to find wetness building in her tender folds. Running his tongue along the outer lips of her center, he had to hold her hips still as she gasped, twitching. William had to keep her from lifting up to see what he was doing and seemed to groan loudly when she moaned and gasped around his cock, her throat muscled contracting around him. William licked in slightly, tasting her sweetness, as it coated his tongue. she was warm and ready, her juices flowing even more now as her hips seemed to arch back to him as he flicked her tongue teasingly around her entrance before he pulled back and suckled the little nub into his mouth. With the sensations of his teeth pressing against her and his tongue wiggling against her she cried out, her cried muffled as William pushed himself deeper into her throat as her nose finally pressed against his belly. "Yes, there you go, angel." He coo'd. Holding her head, he began to thrust his hips into her face, knowing she can handle his full length and began to fuck her mouth, never mind her clenching his thighs and her nails digging into his flesh. she gasped and cried around him, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to breathe around his throbbing manhood. Somehow he was growing larger in her mouth, the ridges and veins pulsating and she could feel him twitch against her tongue as he held her head still and just moved himself into her. William, meanwhile sucked and nipped at her little clit making her juices fall onto the sheet and he licked up what he could of her sweetness. Pulling back he rubbed her rear, in between her crack and leaned against her rear on his knees. "Michael, stand up." William asked and Michael withdrew himself from her lips, to hear her gasping for air, his pre and some drool slipping from the side of her mouth. She seemed light headed but somewhat more energized than before. Lifting her up to where her back was resting against Williams chest, he wrapped an arm around her middle and pinched and tugged at the nipple of her right breast, teasing it til it was hard as rock. Moving forward, Michael held onto her hair again, holding her still and resumed pushing himself into her mouth at an angle. Where he would reach her throat, making her choke and gag around him so that her throat would massage and squeeze him like he wanted. He was so close, but still he worked in and out of her mouth. Aiming himself William pushed her legs apart to where shew as straddling him, like she was sitting on his lap. With a deep thrust himself, William let out a moan as he pushed into her tight pussy. Just barely broken in, he could feel her walls closing in around him like an invasion, her inner wall muscles spazzoming and clenching, suckling him the way her mouth was suckling at Michael cock. Her hands rested on Micheal's thighs and they began to thrust together, but both at different speeds, and William could feel the tip of his cock hit the barrier of her body, but he slammed against it with each thrust. She felt like she was going crazy. The pressure in her belly grew and she squeezed at the hips of the man in front of her. She suckled as hard as she could, working her tongue and teeth in a way that made Michael groan in pleasure. She reached a hand up to grasp the base of him, stroking the small area that her mouth didn't get to as if she were masturbating him while suckling the tip. Sita knew she would come soon, the way William was thrusting so hard and heavy into her, bouncing her off his hips to where there were small smacks echoing along the walls. She cried out when she felt the sharp sting of his hand on her rear when he spanked her. Hitting her again she twitched and seemed to grow righter around him. "That's it, baby.. Ride me." Michael held still suddenly, and a rush of warm gooey substance suddenly filled her mouth and down her throat, Gasping and choking as she was still bounced onto Williams cock, some of the white cream fell from her lips to rest on her breasts, making them glisten by the light of the candle. Pausing from his thrusts, William withdrew and laid on his back as Michael guided her to straddle him. Pushing her down so her sticky breasts pressed against Micheal's chest, Michael once again guided himself into her tightness, thrusting his hips up with a grunt, continuing his pace. "That's it baby, Take me in all the way." At this angle, she let her cries out freely, moaning and whimpering with each time he hit the barrier inside her, hitting a certain spot inside her body that drove her crazy with desire. It wasn't until she could feel another hardness that she seemed to pause. "W..What?" She gasped out. Tugging her hair once more, William pulled her head down into a deep kiss, as Michael thrust his damn manhood, from her mouth into her rear. Oh, she was tight. Her rear squeezed so tightly that it tried to expel him from her but after a few thrusts and a bit of help from the pre his manhood was leaking he was able to thrust against her easier. William groaned as the pressure as her pussy tightened even more, if possible, around him and they began to thrust. One thrusting in as the other withdrew. From the bouncing, Sita couldn't help but whimper and moan lowly as she bounced against the two men and it wasn't long before her own body jerked as one climax after another hit her in waves, til she was milking their man hoods. Both cried out themselves as they came, spilling their seed inside her until it leaked out around them and onto the sheets. As they came, Sita could feel a force in the air and she breathed deep. It was like sweet honey rolling down her throat and suddenly her eyes glowed as she drank and drank the energy, feeling her body become more energized until she was ready to just bounce from the bed and run off in search of more. She realized a few moments later that the men had slipped out of her and had gone quite still. William, who laid under her was breathing shallowly, his skin gone ashingly pale and Michael had fallen to the floor in the same state. They weren't moving and their chests seemed to be shaking with each rasping breath. Squeaking suddenly she moved back until she was standing and looked in horror at the two men. They were almost dead, she knew. Not knowing what else to do, she cleaned herself up once again in the now cold bath, and got dressed. Packing her things once again, she unbarred the door and seemed to run out of the room, not knowing what had happened. If they used her or.. if she used them. Careful to avoid contact with people passing in or out, she ran out into the darkness, continuing east in her search for Adrian. She knew something was not right and all she knew was she Had to find him and find out what kind of curse he put on her. And she hoped, desperately that no one would find the two men for a while so she had time to escape. She knew she was not prepared to explain to everyone how she did what she did, and why. For those answers she would have to find 'Him'. Only he would know what was going on with her. "Adrian.." She whispered in a frightened manner as she ran, gliding down the street, her energy boundless as she didn't even stop to catch her breath. Succubus Rising Ch. 02 Somewhere in another town, Adrian looked up from where he was kissing a random blonde. Her face didn't matter to him, only her life force. He looked around as he could swear her heard Sita's voice. "Soon, my love." He whispered back. "Soon." Succubus Rising Ch. 02 Author's Note: This chapter involves some elements of non-consent. As with all my stories, your comments and feedback are welcome. ***** I woke to the screaming of three separate alarms in the room and moaned when I tried to move to get out of the bed. My body was sore in places I never knew could be sore, and then the memories from the night before came rolling back and I groaned. When I tried to turn over and go back to sleep, a small voice stopped me, "You're going to need a shower before you go to muster." The girl was young and I wondered if maybe her parents had sold her into this life. Her hair was cut in a sort of bob that left the front longer around the face while the back was extremely short. "I showered before I fell asleep." My voice croaked and I tried to clear it. "You moved enough to bleed onto the sheets," she said, pointing to the bed. I looked and could see the pink and red stains where I had been about to roll over. "The master won't like it, but I can bleach them before he finds out if you could just get up so I can take the sheets off." I managed to stand up and she made short work of pulling the sheets off the mattress and dumping them through a hole in a cabinet I hadn't noticed the day before. "What's your name?" She startled, but then looked at me, "I'm Kelsey. The others are already in the shower and I need to hurry if I'm going to make it in time." When she turned toward me in the dim light I could see faint scars on her neck. We walked into the bathroom and I saw Ferrel standing before a mirror shaving with just a towel on and another woman under the spray of one of the showers. "You're going to have to clean the tile before you go downstairs," the other woman said, and I looked around a bit more. There were faint pink stains where I had showered the night before. "I'm not going to get a beating because you leave a mess behind." "Kenzie," Ferrel said, looking at her in the mirror. "Take it easy." "No," she wrung her short hair out before tousling it with a towel and going to another mirror. "The last time he did this to a girl and she left a mess behind I got beaten for not cleaning it up. It's not happening again." She shot me a look in the mirror and I wondered what she would do if I flipped her off. Probably bitch about that, too. I went to the shower I had used a handful of hours ago and turned it on, watching the blood run down the drain and off the tile. Kelsey cleared her throat and pointed to a plastic clip that had been left on another shower head and then to my sink. I found a similar clip in the basket beneath the sink and mouthed a thank you to her. The water stung as it ran over the marks that Chaz had left, and I eyed the soap dubiously before biting the bullet and lathering up again. Once I was dry and the towel had been sent down the same chute as the sheets, I pulled a dress on and went downstairs with the others. Kenzie was already standing at the foot of the stairs with a nasty look on her face as I followed Kelsey and Ferrel down. We hadn't been standing there five minutes before Chaz came out of the living area and frowned at us. "Kelsey, take care of the usual chores but make sure the green room is ready for a guest. Kenzie, fix the Expedition or you will be on the hook later. Ferrel, get a list of everything needed from Kelsey and then go into the city." They all muttered their acknowledgements and then scurried away. I watched him as he walked toward me and hadn't even braced for the slap that rocked me to my knees. "I hate getting blood on the uniforms. It's so hard to get out and the dry cleaners charge extra for it." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I spat blood onto the tile and was rewarded with his foot in my stomach that left me curled on my side. "I thought maybe you had learned from yesterday," he said. "Get off my floor and walk to my office." I hugged my arms around me and pressed my face into the cool tile that suddenly felt really good against my skin, "Fuck you." That got me pulled to my feet by my hair and thrown through the air in the general direction of his office. I screamed as I tumbled to the floor, but kept my comment to myself this time. How I hadn't passed out or been knocked out was beyond me. "Now do as you were told and get into the office, or I'll do you here in the entrance and our guest can watch." I crawled toward the office and then through the door when he opened it. As soon as the door shut, he pulled my dress off from behind making me face plant into the floor to get it over my legs. The cuffs were on my wrists before I could think to move away from him anymore, and he used them to raise me to my knees and attach the hook to the chain. He raised the hook so fast that I cried out as I swung through the air and fought to find some kind of footing beneath me. He walked back to the door and locked it as though he thought I was going to miraculously get away from him. When he walked back around me to the desk he had already gotten his shirt unbuttoned and was pulling it off while I watched. His pants were next and it was only then that I realized he had never been wearing shoes. If there had been underwear I hadn't seen it, and then I was concentrating on a very interesting spot on the floor. "What did I tell you to do last night, girl?" "You told me to take a shower and get some sleep." I hesitated until he moved toward me, "Sir." "I told you to be naked at the foot of the stairs, now I have to have your uniform dry cleaned to get the blood out of the material. That won't be cheap." He kept moving toward me until he was standing in front of me. I braced for a blow, but screamed when his hand went to the breast he had bitten last night and white hot pain shot through my chest. "You will learn to follow orders." His hand left my body and I swayed, gasping and sobbing at the throbbing pain as I felt that odd shifting deep within me again. This time, there was no pleasure. I had moments to stop screaming as each touch brought a welt or blood to my already bruised body. Finally, he let me swing above the floor before standing in front of me. "Put your legs around me," I did as I was told and he was once again hard between my legs. But this time, he held most of my weight with his hands on my ass. "Don't disobey me like this again, girl. It's much more fun when it's like it was yesterday. I'm going to let you down now," he moved one hand to my cheek until I looked into his eyes. He had small spots of blood on his face and I wondered when that had happened. "You need to go take a shower and then have Kelsey bring you to the north wing of the house. Do not get dressed, just sit at the top of the stairs and wait for me to get there. Do you understand?" I nodded, "Yes, sir." "Good girl," the tension on my arms lessened, and I slid down his body to stand in front of him. He undid the cuffs and I left the office after struggling to get my fingers to work on the lock. I showered, making sure not to leave any bloodstains behind. My bed had been made while I was gone, and I made a mental note to thank Kelsey for that. I put my hair into the clip and then walked down to the hallway naked just as Kelsey was leading a man toward a room. He took an interest in me, but something he saw made him turn back to the room and I waited for Kelsey. She smiled softly when she came out of the room, but it didn't last long. "I think he's here for you, but you shouldn't be up here." "I was supposed to follow you to the north wing," she paled, but nodded. "This way," we went down the stairs, and she had to walk slower than I thought she normally did because the stairs were a special kind of pain. She led me through the hall past the office and into the kitchen. At the back of the kitchen she pointed to a door, "That leads to the laundry room, back door, and garage. This door is the way up to the north wing. I wasn't told I could go up there today, so you'll have to follow his instructions from here." "Thank you," I said, and then remembered. "Thanks for making my bed, too." "That was nothing," she paused and then thought of something. "Don't let Kenzie get to you. She's had it pretty rough." I nodded and then turned toward the second door. The stairs weren't as wide as the set at the front of the house, and they weren't as steep as the ones leading to the attic. I took them as slowly as I dared, but I was still in a lot of pain when I reached the top and slid to the floor to wait for Chaz. "Jezza," his voice sounded from my left and I looked over to find him standing at a door with a towel around his waist. It was a little surprising that he knew my name, but I didn't put much effort into thinking about it. "Come here." I got up and walked toward him, more than a little wary. When I was a few steps from him I stumbled and he reached out to catch me. The towel fell to the floor, but I didn't care anymore. What bothered me most was that his hands were on me, and they were warm and heating fast. "I didn't do anything this time." "Hush," he said. I hushed. His hands stayed warm on my skin as they moved over me from my breasts to my thighs and then over my back. I looked down at myself and realized he was healing all the marks he had left in the last two days in his office, except for the bite mark on my breast. That stayed, but it wasn't as angry looking. When he was done, he just sat there with me on his lap. "Thank you, sir," I felt him startle when I spoke. I could finally take a deep breath without wanting to cry out in pain, and that deserved thanks. Even if I was thanking the man that had made me hurt so much in the first place. My life had become fucked up in a very short amount of time. He slid me from his lap and stood, reaching for his towel, "Go get a uniform on and then go to the green room. One of the others can tell you which one it is. You are to do everything the man in that room tells you to, except have sex with him. He knows the rules, but if he touches you in any way sexually you will come straight to my office. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," I said, and I stood to go. === The man that had seen me standing in the hallway covered in bruises was staying in Chaz's house while he was in town on business. He didn't tell me his name, and I never asked. I did his laundry, including putting a different set of fresh linens on the bed when he asked. Later in the evening I delivered his dinner and sat and watched him chew with his mouth open. It took everything I had in me not to tell him to act more like an adult and chew with his mouth closed. After a few hours, I was pretty sure using words with too many syllables would give the man a headache. It was nearly nine o'clock when the man undressed and climbed into bed. He glanced at me a couple times and I could see his erection growing beneath the covers each time his eyes flashed my way. After a few awkward moments of standing near the door staring at a spot in the carpet, he spoke, "Well, are you going to take care of this? I didn't pay this much for a room for the slave to just stand there." "I don't understand what you want, sir," I was also fairly certain that Chaz would beat me if this man didn't outright tell me what he was talking about even if I had a good idea. "Come suck my dick, you stupid whore," he even slid the blanket down to his thighs. "Fuck you," I turned and opened the door to go to Chaz's office when the man was suddenly behind me, pulling me back into the room. "What the hell? Get the fuck off me you douche!" The door slammed shut and he tossed me onto the bed as though I weighed nothing, and to him I probably did. He was on top of me with his hand over my mouth before I could scream anything else at him. His knee bruised my thighs as he tried to force my legs apart when the door slammed into the wall and he was pulled off me. "You know the rules, Gero," Chaz shoved the man through the door and I heard a grunt when he landed. He turned to look at me and said, "Go to my office and wait for me there." I scrambled away from the room as fast as I could. Both men were speaking loudly as I walked to the office on legs that shook and threatened to give out. I left the door open and sank into a chair before I fell and hugged my arms around myself. The front door opened and shut not too long after, and then the office door shut. "Get out of the chair, girl." I stood and stared at the floor as he walked around me to his desk. When he started unbuttoning his shirt, I couldn't stay silent anymore, "I was trying to get to your office when he pulled me back in..." "I know," he turned and I saw the blood on the front of his shirt. "Gero's never been known to take advantage of slaves when the rules are clear, so I didn't think anything would happen when I sent you to him." Maybe he just never got caught, I thought to myself and watched as Chaz dropped the shirt into the hamper by the desk. His pants followed, but this time he had on a pair of boxer briefs that went nearly to his knees. What the hell? "You can go now," was all he said and I fled the office. I wondered why he had even told me anything when he didn't have to, but in the end I just wanted a shower. Kelsey was in the attic when I walked up the stairs, and she gave me a small smile as I passed her to go to the bathroom. For the first time in two days, the water wasn't stained pink as it went down the drain. I took my time and enjoyed the fact that I was alone for these few minutes then it ended when the door opened and Kenzie walked in. She looked at me briefly before going to her usual shower head with the comment, "Well, at least you're not bloody this time." I ignored her and pulled a uniform over my head and my hair in a clip before I left and dropped my towel down the chute. Kelsey wasn't in the room anymore, and I figured she had probably left when Kenzie came in. Since I hadn't been told I couldn't go exploring in the house, I went down to the kitchen. I could hear the washing machine running in the laundry room, so I headed that way and found Kelsey folding sheets out of one dryer. "Want some help?" I asked, grabbing one end of the big sheet. "Sure, but you don't have to." "I needed to get out of the room, and no one has told me I can't yet." "No," her voice was soft even now. "As long as you're doing something useful no one will tell you not to come out of the attic." So many questions flowed through my head, but I didn't know how to ask them of this girl I had only met yesterday. Then she surprised me and volunteered the information, "My parents were poor and sold me to a man who liked his slaves very young. I was ten when they sold me, and stayed with that master for a year before Chaz found out. Apparently, this man was not allowed to have slaves below a certain age that hadn't already been trained by someone else. His keeper had finally been paid to look the other way. Chaz paid the man three times what he paid for me just to get me out of his house, and I've been here ever since. So he's not as bad as you're probably thinking right now." "Has he ever...?" I couldn't finish the sentence. "Punished me, or had sex with me?" "Either," I shrugged, and I could feel the heat rising in my face as I blushed. "Both." "He's punished me, but it's only because I didn't follow one of the rules. I've never seen him do what he's done to you, though. And he's never tried to have sex with any of his slaves." "What do you mean?" "The punishments," she shook another sheet out of the dryer, but this one was a fitted sheet and those bastards take a special kind of know-how to get them folded. Kelsey had whatever it was that allowed people to make fitted sheets look neat. "Most of the time they're a slap or a burn, but none of his slaves has ever come back looking like you from a session in his office. Is that why they say you're different?" "Who says I'm different?" it crossed my mind that my mother had been called a succubus. "Some of the other slaves in town," she pulled another flat sheet from the dryer and I took one side. "Sometimes I get to go with Ferrel when he runs errands. They say you're a succubus and that Chaz is supposed to be training you to control something." "I don't know if he's training me to do anything other than hold in my screams," I shook the sheet so it would fold flat without wrinkles. "He just seems to really like causing pain. I've seen him naked more often than clothed since I got here." "Oh," the word wasn't as surprised as it usually sounded when people said it. "That's normal. Blood is difficult to get out of cloth." "Yeah, but he seems to really enjoy it," I told her about how it usually ended in the office, and she blushed. "I've never heard of him doing that with anyone else. But his power is different from others, or so I've been told. Almost all of the masters punish their slaves for whatever reason catches their imagination at the time, but some of them heal them, too. Everything I've heard over the years points to the idea that they all seem to get a lot of pleasure out of using their power, whatever it may be. From what I've been told by others who know of Chaz is that his power has a lot to do with inflicting pain." The dryer was empty and there was a whole basket full of sheets. She took a stack of pillowcases and put two sheets inside each one, making neat packages to be put away. The washer finished its spin cycle then and she put a bunch of towels into the dryer and pushed a few buttons to make it start. Then she handed me the basket of sheets. "I need to finish getting things prepped for the dinner party tomorrow," she said when I looked at her. "Three of those go into the linen closet at the top of the stairs in the north wing. The rest go into the closets in the guest rooms. He won't punish you for doing work," she said when I hesitated and then gave me a gentle shove toward the door to the north wing of the house. I groaned softly after she walked back into the kitchen, then took a deep breath and headed up to the master suite. There were two doors at the top of the stairs, and I swore under my breath. Which one is the fucking linen closet? I took a chance and went to the left one. A breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding whooshed out when the door opened to a linen closet. I could hear a shower now and guessed the second door led to the bathroom. Good thing I didn't open that one. There was one empty shelf and the three sheet sets filled that up. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard a door open and shut behind me. Taking the stairs as fast as I dared, I hurried through the door and on to the guest rooms. When I finished restocking the linen closets and returned the basket to the laundry room, I was dismayed to hear Chaz call from his office, "Come here, girl." I looked around to find myself alone and headed toward the office with a sigh. What did I do now? "You will be going with Asher," he said, gesturing over the desk until Asher turned back to him and signed something. "His driver is outside, go to his car." I turned and walked through the front door into the night, wishing wholeheartedly that I had stayed in the attic instead of wandering through the house. Maybe that would have prevented this little turn of events. The truck in the drive didn't help my building anxiety when the driver opened the back door to reveal a large cargo space with only a small bench seat far to the back and a divider between the driver's cabin and the passenger space. He gestured for me to get in the vehicle, but said nothing as I passed him. I stayed on my knees near the divider as the door was shut behind me, not knowing what to do. Succubus Rising Ch. 02 It wasn't long before the door opened and Asher slid into the back compartment and sat on the bench along the back. I jumped when he spoke as the truck began to move, "Come over here, girl." I hesitated and anger spread across his face making his lips twist, and I moved toward the seat. When I was close, he reached out and pulled me onto his lap. His hands bruised my upper arms in their grip and I gasped. "I am not as kind as Chaz, girl," his voice was growling with a rage that was so sudden his head probably should have exploded. "Do not hesitate when I give you an order. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," I said through clenched teeth. His hands relaxed and moved to my shoulders before sliding to the front of the uniform I was wearing. The fabric slid over my breasts and I moved to cover myself. I never saw the blow that knocked me out. === I was swaying slightly and wondered if I had drunk too much the night before. That's not right, the thought hit me and my eyes flew open. My feet were inches above a white stone floor and I looked up to see a hook similar to the one Chaz used in his office. I was facing a door and couldn't tell much about the room I was in other than that it held a fortune in marble tile below me. Asher stepped into my view, nude and very happy to be there. I couldn't remember anything after leaving the laundry room. When was that? It couldn't be a good sign that I didn't even know how long I had been here, but at least I knew the name of the man standing before me. The hook lowered suddenly enough that I wound up on my knees in front of him, crying out at the pain in my shoulders that told me I had been hanging there for a while. His hand tangled in my hair and lifted me so I was kneeling before him. When I stopped swaying, his hand tightened and he lifted me to my feet. I groaned at the pain, but it was only a slight discomfort beside the pain in my shoulders and arms. Not letting go of my hair, Asher pushed me backward until I came against something and was forced to sit. "Lay down," I did as I was told without a fight. His hands pushed my knees apart before he climbed onto the bed over me. Something stirred inside me as he looked down at me, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Moving too fast for me to try to resist, he lifted my hips and pushed himself inside me. I tried to move away from him, but whatever had woken inside me took over then, and I let it. We looked down where our body met his and moaned. Our back arched to deepen the angle that he entered us, and then we felt his power. He tasted like honey in the back of our throat. I snapped back into myself and felt something open deep inside me and soak his power into us. The feeling made me buck my hips against him and take as much of his length into me as deep as I could. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should be afraid of this man - that he would hurt me - but the front of my mind was too preoccupied to worry about it. Asher let go of my hips and put his hands on the mattress above my shoulders, pushing himself into me as fast as he seemed able. His power filled me, and we pulled it into us until his eyes fluttered shut and he was buried inside us. The muscles in his chest strained above us, and we pulled a little tighter on his power. He crushed himself into my hips and I felt the first jerk of his climax deep inside just as my own power receded and my own orgasm broke around me. He moved inside me a few more times before sliding out and falling onto his side. His eyes were glowing white when I looked over at him, and part of me wondered what he could do with that power. Another part of me worried about enjoying this so much while the rest of me wondered what the hell had just happened. Deep inside me I could feel my power now, completely sated even as it looked up at me and promised great things in my future. I looked back down my body and saw the hook hanging from the ceiling and hoped I never had to return to this room again. === Since that first day with him so many weeks ago, I hadn't felt the slightest stirring inside me from the power I knew was there. I had tried to will it out, but it just sat there curled in a tight ball and refused to wake again. Finally, I had started to feel crazy thinking I had actually felt something inside myself that day, but it didn't stop me from hoping it would change things now. Asher walked up to me as I hung from a hook in his bedroom. Like Chaz during his punishments, Asher was completely nude and erect. Unlike Chaz, he didn't use his power to cause harm, and after the first few hours I was beginning to wonder if his power worked that way. He used a knife to pull screams from me that never should have been inside a person, and when I thought he was done he just kept going. This time he had nothing in his hands as he walked toward me, and I didn't know what to expect when the hook started lowering and I could finally touch the cold tile. He didn't even untie my hands before he shoved me backward onto the bed just a few inches away. Using the cuffs he jerked my hands above my head again and secured them to a metal circle I hadn't seen embedded into the head of the bead. In three hours he had taught me not to say a word or to struggle, and I did not want that knife to come back out again. He climbed onto the bed to straddle my legs and used my hips to turn me onto my stomach and then raised them so I was on my knees. Chaz had made certain I was ready for him, but Asher just shoved himself inside me until I screamed into the pillow. His hands bruised my ass cheeks as he pumped into me, and something in my body must have still been working because eventually I could feel myself grow wet and his thrusts became smoother. Even without the slightest twinge from my power that I knew was still there somewhere, I could feel him pulsing and twitching inside me, but I knew he wasn't close to the end. Under different circumstances, this might have been enjoyable, but I was too hoarse and hurting from Asher's earlier attentions to pay much attention to the way he completely filled me. Asher pulled back from me and turned me onto my back before climbing up my body. He slid his knees beside my shoulders and braced himself on the headboard before sliding his penis over my lips and cheek, "Open, girl, or I'll bring out the knife again." I opened my mouth for him, not wanting to know what he would have done to me if I hadn't obeyed. My body bled and I cried as the head of his dick slid past my mouth. "Make it good, and I might bring you back early. You don't scream the way I want you to." I had never given head before, so I didn't know what I was doing. He shoved himself into my mouth, and I had to open my jaws as far as possible just to avoid biting him. The prospect of possibly getting away from this man before morning made me move my tongue along the bottom of his dick until he pushed too far and I couldn't breathe. He reached down and held the back of my head with one hand as he continued to push his dick into my throat, and I writhed underneath him until I realized that was what he wanted. Finally, after weeks of urging and trying, that deep well of power inside me looked up and I felt it fill me. We took him in our mouth, using tongue and teeth to make his eyes start to glow white. Then we started to pull his power into us, taking as much pleasure as we were giving. The salty taste of him grew stronger on our tongue, and we moaned around him. He shoved himself to the back of our throat again, but there was no struggle to breathe this time. We took him, and with a final press of our teeth we felt him release. This time, though, I felt the power feed on his release and it was disconcerting enough that I began to struggle against his hands in my hair. Once again, the power receded as he collapsed beside me on the bed. But this time he didn't let me stay there, "You don't get to enjoy the afterglow, girl. The bed is only for me." He stood and pulled me to my feet by the chain between my wrists and attached it to the hook and raised me up until my toes barely grazed the floor. His hands were rough against the flesh of my breasts, and he squeezed tighter and tighter until I could see the skin bulging between his fingers and I screamed in pain. The bruise was immediate, and I hung my head in relief when he stopped. He walked away and I didn't even try to see where he went until he came back. The knife was in his hand again, and I passed out before he got more than a couple cuts in. === I woke in the car with Asher beside me and one of his own slaves driving. My body was sore and I could still feel the cuts, but when I looked down I didn't see a single mark. "Oh good," he said when I moved. "You're awake. I was hoping you'd want a little more before I sent you back to him." I didn't try to resist as he pulled me up into his lap, but this time when my power looked up at him I swatted it down. He held my hips above him and ground himself as far into me as he could, and his thrusts came faster and faster as we drove through the night. The driver pulled up to Chaz's house just as Asher reached his climax within me. He opened the door and shoved me out onto the gravel, and my legs were too weak at first to hold me. He stepped over me and shut his door, and I knew nothing good would happen if I didn't walk through that house on my own. I got to the door just in time to see him disappear into the office and Chaz looked at me from the door. The stairs were horrible, and Asher must have done something to my back because it screamed as I went up to the attic. Even Kenzie didn't have a snide remark as I stumbled through the attic to the bathroom, but I heard Kelsey whisper, "Asher." just before the door to the bathroom shut behind me. As much as I hurt, I was surprised that only dirt and semen followed the water down the drain. I made sure to leave the bathroom as clean as it had been when I entered it before falling into bed and blacking out. My alarm was screeching and someone was shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I let out a small yip and jumped to the other side of the bed before realizing I was in my bunk in the attic. "Wow, Asher must have done a number on you," the voice was soft and that kind of feminine that romance novels called a bedroom voice. I opened my eyes to see Sophia standing over me. "You need to get up for muster. I let you sleep a little later because you took a shower last night. So get up and fix your hair or you'll be late." I sat up and blinked around at the room as Sophia went back to make her bed. Her hair was up in a tight bun, but mine was sticking out in all directions and sometime in the night I had lost the elastic band that I had started with. My feet hit the cold floor and I went through the motions of making my bed, even sorer today than I had been when Asher brought me back. I made my way to the bathroom to brush my hair and had just gotten it up when the door at the bottom of the stairs shut. Looking at the clock I cursed and went down the steps as I pulled a uniform over my head. The large man from the auction was at the bottom of the stairs and watched as I pulled my dress down over my ass and all but ran to the stairs. I stood in line next to the others just as the clock struck six. Kenzie was sent to the garage, Ferrel was sent into town, and Kelsey was sent to the kitchen. Me and Sophia he told to wait in his office. We stood side by side as he walked in, "Since you're both here while we have guests, I have allowed a few of them to take short contracts with each of you. Sophia, you will spend today with Thom in the blue room. Jezza, you will spend the day with Larian in the yellow room." I felt Sophia tense beside me and wondered if she recognized the names. "You will both come back here to the office at six." He dismissed us and we left the office. At the foot of the stairs, Sophia grabbed my arm, "Larian has a bad reputation among the other slaves, Jezza. Just..." her voice trailed for a moment. "Don't try to fight him off. Kelsey told me you came here with a lot of anger. It's not going to get you anything but pain if you haven't figured that out yet." With that, she glanced back at the office and then set off up the stairs. I looked, but no one was there and I followed her. She stopped at the first room, which was decorated all in blue, and I went to the room farthest from the stairs and walked into a drop of sunlight caught in hell. The room was all white and yellow, and did not fit the large man sitting at the desk to one side. His computer was open, but he was reading a book and didn't move when I shut the door quietly behind me. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, I stood by the door and waited for him to acknowledge me. Finally, he shut the book and stood from the chair. He was taller than I had realized at the auction, easily more than a foot taller than me. His shoulders were broad, but he had the narrow waist and hips of someone who had worked for those shoulders. I wondered what he did to his own slaves to make them hate him enough to buy him such ill-fitting pants, but then shoved the thought from my mind because I probably didn't really want to know. "I do not keep slaves, girl," his voice sounded like it came from somewhere near his feet, and then it clicked what he had said and I stared at him. "Yes, your thoughts scream across your mind and they are very loud. Chaz must get some sort of amusement out of it, or you'd be much worse off than you are now. As it is, I'm surprised he lets you wear his uniform over those magnificent bruises." I looked down but my skin looked whole. "Then they are not his work. Who has he sent you to, girl?" "He sent me to Asher yesterday, sir," I said. The man cursed colorfully enough that I wished I could have taken notes, and then pulled me by the hand to the bed where he sat so he was closer to eye level. Suddenly the room was full of a choking power and I felt that twist somewhere deep inside that told me my own power had taken notice, and wouldn't turn a taste of this one away. Larian felt it, too, and he dropped my hand. "Please tell me he wasn't stupid enough to send you to Asher a virgin." I shook my head, remembering a boyfriend during my first year of college who had taken care of that. His power probed mine and it rose up inside me like I had wanted it to in the last few weeks with Asher. It always made the times with Asher just a little more tolerable, but this was different. We knew this man wouldn't hurt us like Asher did, or like Chaz did. He would be fun and we could feed on him. I came back to myself in Larian's lap, with his mouth on my throat and my hands in his hair. What is happening to me? "You are a succubus, and your power will seek what you need," he answered the thought and pushed me a little down his thighs so I wasn't pressed against his chest. When his hand slid across my side, I winced and groaned in pain and the power sank back into the depths of my mind. "Let me heal you, and then you can sleep." Sleep sounded good, but as soon as the pain faded a bit my power rose again and tried to pull his into us like we had done with Asher. But his power changed and we couldn't follow it yet, but the pain left my body and I slumped against his chest. When the pain was gone my power was back, and this time we weren't too hurt to pull him into us. He tasted clean, and his mouth was much softer than it had looked as he kissed up my neck and along my jaw to lick my lower lip until I opened for him. We could feel him beneath his pants, but he wouldn't let us touch him. We reached, but somehow he blocked us and just stuck to making out. He fed some of his power into us, and we stopped trying to get into his pants. I heard myself moaning against his mouth before he broke the kiss and lifted me to stand before him again. "You need to go now," but his voice didn't match the feeling of his power feeding into mine, and I tried to step closer to him only to have him stop me. "Go. You're healed, but Chaz doesn't have what I need to take you like this." "What do you need?" the power made my voice sound husky, something I had never heard issue from my own throat. He shook his head and pushed me toward the door, "Nothing you would enjoy." Succubus Rising Ch. 03 Author's Note: As usual, thank you for any comments or feedback. This is a completely unedited chapter, so there are probably more than the usual amount of mistakes. Like the last one, this has some non-con elements to it. * I woke swinging from the hook in Asher's room, and the scene was much the same as it had been over the last year or so. I couldn't remember how long ago it had been when Chaz started sending me to him, but I knew he paid a lot to have me once or twice a week. The white tile was stained with my blood, and I had seen it often enough that it had stopped terrifying me. My body was a web of welts and deeper cuts from the whip in Asher's hand, and I must have passed out at some point because I didn't remember him stopping. "You've lasted so long, Jezza," I hated the way he said my name, as though I were a beloved partner instead of a punching bag. "I have to cover it up before I take you back, but I wish Chaz could see what true art this was painted across your body. He never did have the stomach for what we do together." The hook lowered and my legs wouldn't hold my weight so I tumbled to the floor. My shoulders hurt, but it was a pain I had grown accustomed to. It didn't matter if I couldn't walk because Asher was there, healing me enough to walk and then doing something that covered up what he had done. This was the worst he had done so far, but I could still see the fading bruises from the last session a few days before until his power washed over me and even those marks disappeared. He had done this week after week, and my power never once rose up against him. Sure, it helped me to get some pleasure out of what he did to me but I had stopped trying to use it against him. Every time we had sex now my power would wake, his eyes would glow, and I would get the feeling that I was almost there. Where, I didn't know, but the feeling kept getting stronger and stronger. Asher lifted me to my feet and I was able to walk behind him to the door and out into the glaring sunlight to his car. How dare the world be bright and happy while this happened? My skin rubbed painfully over the scratchy cloth seats of the classic muscle car Asher had chosen to drive today. We turned into the driveway to Chaz's and I realized I must have passed out again because I didn't remember any of the scenery or the city that we drove past. Asher did his usual stop in front of the house, the tires throwing gravel all over the place, and I made a mental note to apologize to Ferrel for it since he was the one who had to rake the gravel back into place. I knew and he knew that I couldn't do anything about it, but it was because of me that he had that extra chore. The door opened and I all but fell out of the car before Asher leaned over and pulled it shut behind me. I almost didn't move fast enough to get out of the way of the tires as he took off. As it was I was pelted with small rocks and dirt. Ferrel was at the door and he helped me get to the attic without a word. Sophia and Kenzie - who had finally come around to admitting that I really did have it worse than her - helped me with the shower and into bed, and Kelsey slipped the newest package from Asher into the trunk with all the rest that I would never open. It registered that there was a new girl on the bed that had been empty, but I had a moment to think that I knew she was transient before sleep took me. The next morning, Sophia helped me get to the top of the stairs before she left me to make my way down on my own. We had learned that Chaz did not like for us to help each other make it to muster, and my foot hit the bottom stair as the clock struck six. I just sank down onto the stairs while he frowned at me and dismissed the others before jerking me to my feet with a hand in my hair and all bu dragging me to his office. "You were late," he said, dropping me near where the hook hung so he could get the cuffs. I said nothing and thought nothing, and this didn't seem to make him any happier. I couldn't win for losing. He closed the cuffs over my wrists and had gotten the hook to raise me to my knees when his phone rang. He cursed, but thankfully the hook stopped rising. "What are you talking about? Yes," he was getting angrier by the moment and I had a feeling he was going to take it out on me. "I've been trying to get hold of Bane for months now. Why is he just now calling me back? Tell him to come next week, that's the earliest I have time to see him." He slammed the phone back into its cradle and I spared a thought to how odd it was to see a functioning rotary phone next to a high-end laptop on a desk that predated the inventions of either machine. Funny how that had never struck me before. "Why were you late, girl?" "Asher wore me out yesterday, sir, and I am very sore." His hand pressed into my stomach and I groaned at the knotting pain that formed there. He walked around me trailing his hand across my side and I could feel the blood running over my hip. There was a time, I'm sure that this would have made me scream. Now I just hoped he would make me pass out and leave me alone. Then he hit one of the welts Asher had covered up, and I let out a muffled scream. Suddenly, the hook came down and I crashed to the floor at his feet, holding my side and feeling my hands getting slick with my own blood. It wasn't the first time he had done that, but I failed the test when I just let myself fall. I should have tried to catch myself, I thought as he raised me with the hook again until I swung in front of him. This time the touch of his hand on my thigh made me scream, and try to pull away from him. "I trust you won't be late again due to being sore?" his hand moved up my thigh and over my other hip and I whimpered. "I won't be late again, sir," my voice was hoarse. "Good girl," he lowered the hook until my feet touched the floor and I held my own weight. "Larian is in the blue room. Go to him, but leave your uniform here." The blue room was as badly decorated as the yellow room, but at least it fit my mood better. What didn't fit was that Chaz had put the largest man I had ever met in the smallest room in his house. Larian sat on the bed and just looked uncomfortable. He grimaced when he saw me standing in the door, but held a hand out to me anyway. His power washed over me and the pain faded, and unlike the first time he had done this I didn't try to jump him. I never thought I would have missed seeing a demon until I realized that Larian wouldn't just show up after I had been with Asher each time. For the first time, I hugged him and my power didn't rise to feed or fuck. I only protested a little bit when he stood and set me on the bed before turning to take his clothes off, but he left his shorts on and then climbed in behind me. His deep voice caressed my spine through his chest as he spoke in a language I didn't recognize, and then I was blissfully and dreamlessly asleep. I woke with a very large hand on my hip and a very happy man behind me. "Not so happy, actually," Larian's voice rumbled across my back. "But I can't help what happens naturally after I sleep for a while." "I'm sorry," I whispered, turning to face him. "I didn't mean..." "I know what you meant, child," he smiled, which was something I didn't think he did too often. I jumped when there was a loud knock on the door that Larian went to answer. He wasn't shy about opening the door far enough for whoever had knocked to get an eyeful, either. When he returned to the bed he only sat next to me instead of climbing back in, though. "You needed the sleep, child, and I was happy to pay for it to keep you from completely withdrawing into yourself, but I won't be able to stop him if he comes looking for you again. And I fed your power in your sleep," he held his hand up when I was about to ask how he had pulled that off. "You don't always need to have sex to feed your power, Jezza. It makes it easier, but it's not required. Chaz has made another contract with Asher to take you for the night. I won't be here when you get back." "I..." I broke off before I voiced a thought. "Thank you, Larian." I sat up and kissed him, letting him know just how much it meant to me that he had given me a day of sleep that wasn't filled with pain and dreams of Asher. He pulled me onto his lap sideways and the kiss deepened just as the door opened. "I paid you for exclusivity, Chaz," Asher walked into the room and I did everything but hide behind Larian. "This is a breach of that contract." Chaz walked into the room after him and saw me behind Larian and groaned, but it was Larian who spoke first, "What are the terms of your contracts, exactly, Chaz?" "The usual, you've had a few yourself," he said, running a hand through his hair. "So," Larian turned to me. "Sex, or work, but no punishment." "That's the gist of it," he said, but I was watching Asher who had begun to pale and was staring at Larian. "Why?" Larian turned his attention to Chaz, and he visibly straightened so he wouldn't hunch under that scrutiny, "You are a fool." Chaz frowned, but Asher spoke, "He gave me exclusivity and then gave her to you. He is in breach." Larian waved a hand over me as he pulled me around him. Suddenly, the pain from the day before came rushing back, and I looked down at myself to see the welts and whip marks from Asher's attentions and the scabbed-over wound from Chaz's punishment appear on my skin. Chaz cursed, but Larian said, "You are in breach, Asher, and I have taken the liberty of calling the council on Jezza's behalf." Asher paled and then flushed with anger, but I could see the fear in his features. This council must not be good. He didn't say anything, though, just spun on his heel and fled. Larian turned to Chaz, then, but I spoke up, "I went through all of that shit for the last year because you wouldn't tell me the terms of a contract? I would have risked your anger if speaking up about what he did to me would have gotten me free of him." I turned to Larian, "I thought you healed it." He shook his head, "I covered it up and took the pain away so you would sleep, and then I kept you here for an entire day past my contracted time so Chaz would be forced to do something about it." "Can you heal it now?" I whispered so I wouldn't hear my voice break. His power wrapped around me and this time I felt the difference as the wounds healed, and I slumped against him. "Thank you." "Leave the room. Jezza," Chaz finally spoke, but he was staring at Larian, and he was scared. "No, she can stay," Larian said, and I stared between them. "She needs to know just how bad this is." "What do I need to know, and what's so bad? I'm healed now, and I'm sure there's laundry or dusting I can be doing elsewhere," I tried to slide off the bed, but Larian caught me around the waist and sat me back against his side. "By sending you to Asher for so long and ignoring the signs of injury, Chaz has risked everything that we have tried to avoid for the last few centuries." "How was I supposed to know he'd do this?" Chaz paced in front of the bed. "He signed the contract, and contracts are binding." "You are too vague in your contracts, and for all your power was trained for pain you really do not have what it takes to wield it like your master would have liked. Punishment for you is anything involving pain on the subject, but what Asher does is just part of the sexual experience for him. Do you understand that, boy?" Chaz had paled as Larian talked, and I knew he understood. I got the gist of it, and it made me a little queasy thinking that all that time Asher had gotten off on my pain. "The council will see it as a breach of contract because he left her injured, but had he healed everything he did to her then you would be in breach right now for sending her to me after agreeing to exclusivity." "The exclusivity was never explicitly stated in a contract," Chaz pushed his hands through his hair and sat in the small chair in front of the desk against one wall of the room. "I implied that the price bought him exclusivity, but none of my slaves are exclusive except for Ferrel and Kelsey." "Ah yes, the child," Larian sighed. "You have been very careful with that one, which surprised us all. But that's beyond the point. By sending her to Asher, you risked her turning siren the moment she comes into her powers." I started to say that my powers were already there, but Larian caught the thought and waved a hand, "Your powers have fed during Chaz's punishments and sex with Asher. You do not know how to control them, and you can't use them in any way." "You fed me without sex or anything," I looked up at him. "Only because you were deeply asleep and needed the energy. Asher bled you almost to the point of death yesterday," Chaz made a choking sound, but Larian ignored him. "Your body was scrambling to draw energy from whatever source it could. It took very little effort to coax your power into feeding on mine while you slept. I think it even took energy from Chaz while he had you in his office before sending you to me. Your power is familiar with his and it wouldn't have taken anything for it to feed on him without him knowing. Succubi heal fast, but you were on the brink of death when you came in here." "Is she going to turn?" Chaz said from his corner. Larian looked at me and I could feel his power pressing against me, "No. I think she's tougher than that. She's been here a year and neither you nor Asher have managed to break her, though Asher got real close this time." "What's going to happen now?" I pulled my knees up to my chest and looked down between the both of them, wishing I had something to cover up with now. Larian reached into a bag I hadn't seen earlier at the foot of the bed and handed me on of his shirts. I pulled it on and it was longer than the dress I wore as a uniform, hitting me at mid-thigh. "Now, you need a trainer," Larian said. "Bane will be here within the hour. I called him when Chaz first started trying to get into the room. Turq would have been faster, but I do not believe he would be able to give you what you need and still teach you how to control your powers when they fully develop." "I just talked to Bane's assistant yesterday and was told he wouldn't be available until the end of the week," Chaz said, but quieted when Larian looked at him. "I should think he would listen to me more readily than you, boy." "Turq's healed me before," I whispered and they both looked at me. "Wouldn't it be better to use someone my power already knows?" "It would," Larian turned on the bed to face me more fully. "But his tastes run along the same lines as Asher's. Not so extreme," he said when I started to protest. "But he was once one of those men that masters did not send slaves to so readily." "Is Bane so much better?" Larian sighed, but Chaz answered, "Bane has trained the last three succubi to have been born, and none of them have turned siren or showed even the slightest signs of doing so." "Yeah, that's maddeningly unhelpful," I said and Chaz shot me a look that said I would pay for my mouth later. "He is one of the few men who were trained to bring a succubus into her power and teach her to control it," Larian said. "We have hoped that he would take an apprentice to train, but he has shown no interest in passing on his knowledge." There was a knock on the door and Chaz yelled acknowledgement before Ferrel opened the door, "Sir, there is a man named Bane here for you. He said it was urgent." "Let him in, Ferrel," Chaz waved his hand to dismiss the man. Ferrel opened the door wider and then walked to the stairs before my attention was taken up by another large man stepping into the room. He wasn't as big as Larian, but he was still huge compared to an average person. His hair was brushed back, but the front part fell into his eyes as he nodded to Larian on the bed and then Chaz in his corner. Then his eyes and power landed on me, and I was left gasping on the bed and holding onto the shirt Larian had given me as though it would keep me from moving. "My car is in the drive," his voice was normal, and for some reason that was a little disappointing. I think I had been expecting something more spectacular. He looked at me until I stopped thinking and then turned to Chaz, "Have her things put in the trunk and you and I can sign the contract for her training. You were right, Larian," he glanced at the larger man. "He should have called me a year ago." With that, he turned and left the room and never looked back like he just expected everything to be done. Chaz got up and followed him, but stopped at the door, "Grab your uniforms, you'll have to wear those until he can get you something different. Anything else you have can be brought down if you want." "The only things I have are what Asher has sent me, and the others can divide that up on their own. I don't want it." He nodded and left me on the bed with Larian. "Mind your thoughts around Bane, child. It doesn't help that he has a very short time to get you trained and you're sitting mostly nude on a bed thinking about climbing him like a tree." "He started it," I knew I was pouting. "Besides, I don't know how to stop thinking for more than a few seconds at a time." "Then it's time you learned, child," he reached out to me, but instead of pulling be to him he simply buttoned the shirt he had given me. "Keep the shirt. Bane never did like the uniforms Chaz uses." He reached back into the bag and brought out a small package, "And this is for you. Open it now." The panties were solid cotton boy shorts in a variety of colors, and I held them to my chest then leaned forward and kissed him again. He kissed me back but then pulled away and took the package of panties away to open them. "One day, we might actually finish what the kiss started. But today is not that day." I pulled the pair he handed me on under the shirt and looked around for the hair tie I had apparently lost while I slept. He held it out to me, and I put my hair up before leaving the room and heading toward the front door. === Bane's house was modest compared to Chaz's, with only one floor and a simple layout. I was surprised when he parked the car in front of the house and unlocked the door on his own. Since I didn't have anything except a toiletries bag Sophia had brought down to the car, he had taken me to a store and bought me several simple outfits that would work as long as we didn't go anywhere. He showed me where the master bedroom was and then showed me the room I would be using. It was furnished with a bed and side table, but nothing more. My clothes looked ridiculous in the closet. Then he led me out onto a concrete patio that had been etched with runes and symbols I didn't recognize within a circle that nearly touched the edges of the porch. His power poured over me and into the circle, and the hairs along the back of my neck stood on end as I shivered. "This is a circle of power," he said. "Later, I will teach you how to draw and activate one. For now, though, we will use this one so I can test your powers and see how close you are to blooming." He made it sound like I was a flower, and then all that power that had been racing around the patio flowed through me and I fell to my knees with a cry. My power rose up and up, trying to feed on his energy but he kept us away. I pressed my cheek against the cool concrete and moaned as my body was suddenly more than ready to accept him. Then his power let go and mine slunk back into me, almost as though a part of my mind could pout while the other part tried to control the rest of my body. It was like back in that room at Chaz's, only worse. Bane left the open circle and walked back into the house with me on his heels. We were in his bedroom before he spoke, "I have very little time to teach you what you need to know, and Chaz will be less and less happy the longer you're here. The first thing you need to learn is how to shield your thoughts. You practically scream, and it's a wonder Asher didn't kill you for it. I can see Chaz keeping you around for entertainment, but Asher has killed for less before now." I tried to keep my mind as blank as possible, but it only worked for a few seconds, "That is why I will be teaching you to shield, girl. It is much easier to hold up a shield than to keep your mind blank all the time. Now, take off the shirt and sit on the floor." Succubus Rising Ch. 03 I did as I was told and watched as took his shirt and pants off, but left his boxer briefs on. He pulled a small box from beneath the bed and opened it between us, but all I saw were a bunch of paints and a notebook. Bane handed me the notebook and for the next few hours I learned what he called "the most basic of our spell runes." By the time he said we were done my hand was cramping and my back hurt from hunching around the notebook trying to get the symbols just right. "Go stretch your legs for a bit," he said. "Come back here after a few minutes and I'll show you what the paint is for." I felt my face flush. I had been wondering about the paint since he had opened the box. After finding the bathroom, I took the opportunity to wander through the rest of the house. There was one guest room, a den, a living room, and a state-of-the-art kitchen that had a door that led to the garage. When I returned to the room Bane was leaning against the bed and waved me to sit in front of him. He grabbed the notebook and made a few quick marks on it, "This is a simple protection rune." "It's meant for small items or possibly to protect from someone reading your thoughts," it looked kind of like a snake climbing a tree, and I nodded. It had been one of the first runes he said I needed to know, and I had drawn it until my eyes watered. It never kept him from reading my thoughts. "It didn't keep me out of your thoughts because you drew it on paper with a normal ink pen," he pulled a jar of bright red paint from the box and unscrewed the cap. "Lay down with your head toward the wall." I lay down, clasping my hands over my stomach until he tapped them and pulled them to my sides. "The tree represents your mind," it took a couple seconds to realize he was explaining the rune in the terms I had thought of it. He dipped his finger into the paint and ran it across the top of my chest just under my collar bones before making a small loop below my right shoulder and then painting a line between my breasts to my navel. The touch made my power look up at him and my nipples hardened, but I clamped down on it as much as I could. My fists were clenched at my sides and then I gasped when his finger circled around my left nipple. "The snake represents the protection of the mind." His power flowed over me but didn't go through me this time. I could picture the rune in my mind and knew the snake would wind around my breasts before curling just above my pubic mound. My power tried to pull him in, and my hips moved against his hand as he finished the rune. We wanted him to keep touching us, and I opened my legs to let him. An image floated in my mind that looked similar to the protection rune he had just drawn, but the curls continued down the inside of the thighs and it involved more colors. Something told me the rune was for making a man unable to resist us, and my power wanted me to try it. Then I was forced to come back to myself when Bane slapped me. "Ow! Fuck!" I held a hand to my cheek. "That is the rune for a siren, and I don't know where you saw it but you need to forget it." That's not what it is, my power whispered through my mind and I thought I was going crazy until the words left my mouth, "That's not what it is." "Oh," he leaned back and looked at me as I sat up. "Then tell me, what is it?" "It's used to make no man able to resist us," I said, and I wasn't entirely sure where the information came from. "There is little difference between that and turning siren, so that rune is the symbol of a siren," Bane sighed. "We'll continue this tomorrow, but I think we're going to have to rely on you knowing how to draw the runes without painting them on the body for now. Go to your room and clean up and then we can have dinner." We sat at the table and ate in silence until Bane got up to get the cup of coffee he always seemed to have to drink after dinner. I started in on him when he sat back down, "It's not a small difference." "What's not a small difference?" "There's a big difference between being irresistible and a siren, right? I'm not sure what a siren actually is, but something tells me that rune would not work for a siren," there was a twinge from my power that told me I was right. "And how do you know this?" "I'm not sure, but I know it," I sighed and leaned back in my seat. "I just know that the rune I saw wasn't meant for a siren." "It doesn't matter," he slid his coffee cup aside and looked at me. "You're not trying that rune."